Months of boat travel. Stale food, swaying all the time, you could say it was a shithole.

As Alexander and his long time best friend step out onto the New York's highly boisterous and flamboyant streets, Alex could feel a future for him just out there; his need to run out and meet new people and opportunities was getting higher by the second.

He drags his companion by the hand, walking quickly along the streets and looking around with upmost curiosity. "Come on, we need to meet new people! Oh my god," he says excitedly, looking at the showcases of shops with twinkling eyes.