Extraterrestrial, earthling of the world. Traveler of galaxies, in my Martian world. Stranger to myself, foreigner everywhere. Pilgrim of life itself, being of who-knows-where, one, from nowhere through the world. Without any country, without roots, stranger of the globe, small world. Foreigner, stranger to one, a stranger to myself. Without an effective nationality, I am from where I go, without roots. A strange feeling of not being, I am from nowhere and everywhere, born in a country that is not mine. My country is the world, the entire globe. My world is the limitless universe, a navigator through the firmament. Stranger to myself, I still don't know who I am, a strange lunatic, Martian.