Away from the almighty territories of North America. I was born in the Algerian city of Bel Abbes, a place where technology and convenience aren't known to be quite of something remarkable, to humble working class parents and a love of a little sister.

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From drawing hollow figures, to playing soccer in the backyard of the what was once a French-built now abandonned local city hall, and empty garages. 

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Along the days of childhood, I had an upmost feeling and pleasure to let the winds of melancholic sounds to carry me through my life, Writing words and short blend poems on school tables, and listening to whatever the ear pleased throughout the convenience of the Western television radio stations until..

 

One day​, a cousin of mine gifted my little sister a white and purple toy keyboard that she had and wanted to get rid of, it was a beautiful wonder with several keys and playback buttons, I would see my little sister embrace it for serveral days, and then leave it amidst other things that didn't strike her interest.

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Serveral weeks passed, and I would find that toy keyboard laying around, I walked to it, grabed it. I turned that toy keyboard on, hit the first few random key notes.. and then, something felt right, a lingering feeling that's been retreived, and that was how the journey commenced.

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