Moya
On January 2nd, 2012, after a shitty New Year’s Eve, in one of the worst stress crises of my life, I arrived at the office to receive the notification that, as of that very day, I was no longer part of the company. That day they didn’t just fire me; that day forced me to decide who I was going to become once I ran out of excuses. The owner didn’t face me because there was this air that I had gone off the rails. A 27-year-old kid against a couple of sons of bitches and their excessive love for money over the well-being of their workers.