I wrote a 40 pages play about our 3 week relationship titled "From love, protests and other drugs". Our sunset is inspired by him. The following is an excerpt:
Tori and Erill are in her bedroom. The room is small and cozy, with a hippie vibe to it. Erill and Tori in bed laying face to face with the lights off.

Erill: are you okay after tonight?

Tori: I’m fine. I just wish things were different.

Erill: I know, but it’s brave that you’re marching and standing up against them.

Tori: not really… I didn’t even tell my parents I was protesting because they would disown me… I live a life of privilege, I study in a private very expensive university, I party all the time, I shop… its not fair to everyone else who really is struggling.

Erill: you can’t hate yourself for being lucky… maybe you’ve done some really good things and its all coming back to you now… like karma.

Victoria: yeah , 
She chuckles.
in my past life maybe.

Erill: stop… 
He starts kissing her in a ticklish way all over her body. She starts laughing hysterically because she is very ticklish.

Victoria: stoooop!

Erill: I will stop if we play dumb third grade games.

Victoria: aaaa, now you like them?!

Erill: Just with you, in bed, preferably naked.

Victoria: all right. What you got for me?

Erill: Who's your favorite artist?

Victoria: Lady Gaga, yours?

Erill: Red Hot Chili Peppers, probably. What’s your favorite?
food?

Victoria: Italian, yours?

Erill: Thai.

Victoria: What’s your dream?

Erill: My dream?

Victoria: Yeah! If you had all the money and time and
possibilities and could do absolutely anything.

Erill: It’s a strangely hard to answer question, but… I
would be a guitar player in a band, just making music
all day.

Victoria: I am love musicians.

Erill:I can see that.

Victoria: shut up.

Erill: What’s your dream then?

Victoria: To win an Oscar and be a famous actress, director,
screenwriter, everything.

Erill: Pretty big dreams.

Victoria: Yeah, dreaming is free… so, topic change! do you have a type?

Erill: Type of girl?

Victoria: Yeah.

Erill: Mmm not really… I like girls from different cultures as
mine, that can challenge me.

Victoria: And looks?

Erill: All my girlfriends look totally different, so I guess I
don’t care about looks. What about you?

Victoria: foreign skinny boys who
play the guitar and look like they’re dying.

Erill: I look like I’m dying?! 

Victoria laughs.

Victoria: Don’t worry I’m joking. It’s a meme, from Timothée Chalamet. And you’re not
fully my type. You’re athletic and you don’t look like a drug
addict… just, maybe casual coke user.

Erill: You little shit. So, what’s
wrong with Colombian boys?

She stops laughing. She looks nervous and like she is trying to talk but the words can’t come out.

Victoria: I don’t have
too much experience dating Colombian boys but… I… I was raped by one, when I was 17, 
in my hometown.

He opens his eyes and then closes them with sadness. He hugs her and kisses her on the forehead.

Erill: I’m really sorry. No one deserves to go through that.
Come here. 

He pulls her completely into his chest and they just hug for a while.
Frodi and me at the November 2019 protests
Frodi and me at the November 2019 protests
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