About me — Frank Del Gallagher

I doubt any opinion of myself would silence my humble ways of showing off without influencing your world.

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I’ve been moving most of my life. Not running from anything, not chasing much either — just moving. Countries change, people change, languages change, but rent is always due, and someone always thinks they can buy you for less than you’re worth.

I learned early that I’d rather go hungry than cheap. That the clock might keep ticking, but it doesn’t get to tell me how to spend my hours. For over a year, I turned down offers that smelled of greed or pity, waiting for the one that spoke my language — the dialect of fair trade in dignity.

I’ve lived in places where the sky feels tangible and others where it feels too far to give a rap. America’s binary roads, Russia’s cozy winters, UAE’s restless sun.

France & Belgium taught me to taste, Germany allowed me to wait, Turkey pushed me to bargain, The Netherlands gave me a home. And somewhere in between, I learned how to write without asking for permission.

Once, on a rattling train somewhere between nowhere and the next stop, I sat across from a Gypsy and his mother. He had that look — half wild, half broken — the kind of eyes…