This should be the night! I take the bag and two sprays and I go out. It is dark outside and I’m wandering looking for a wall. This is just one of the many nights spent trying to do my first graffiti. This was the night when everything begun. It was 2001. The rest of the story is common to other’s stories of writers that have started like me, maybe as a game. Begin seems hard, but when you achieve to start, the hard is to stop doing it.