Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — The goodbye (s)There is something about goodbyes, melancholy poetry of the ending, which I love.Apr 21, 2017Apr 21, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — The sex doctor.I’m often mistakingly told that I’m imprudent. I don’t think it is like this, it is much more complicated than that. I’m addicted to…Mar 8, 2017Mar 8, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — Out of body experienceAfter 8 years in Argentina, one day I pack up my things and move to Berlin, in this idea to experience a new life, with ideals more similar…Feb 21, 2017Feb 21, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — The weekend runawayI had different moments when I was living in Argentina, I had the depression year, I had the year of rebellion against everything, and…Feb 14, 2017Feb 14, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 story’s — The bus journey.The people who know me, can say that I love a good reason to party. So after living 8 years in Buenos Aires, leaving the country was an…Feb 9, 2017Feb 9, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — The Baywatch RunTo start this story first, I need to put myself on the map, task that is not very easy, but I will try. I was born in New Zealand, but my…Feb 3, 2017Feb 3, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 Story’s — The beginning of my fear of wasting time.Again, we are back to my childhood in Brazil, and once again I need to put some past into this mix to make sense.Feb 1, 2017Feb 1, 2017
Manouk Van Kuyk365 story’s — The broken arm.I was 5 years old, or maybe 6, maybe 7; I really hope it wasn’t 7, because if that is the case, I wasn’t a really smart kid.Jan 31, 20171Jan 31, 20171