I grew up in a farm, a farm in the middle of nowhere. Well, of course it is somewhere, 22° 02′ 46.2″ S 43° 02′ 38.2″ W to be exact, it’s just that “where” isn’t the question to be asked, because it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because it could’ve been anywhere; I could’ve grown in a farm in China, Alabama, or France, it wouldn’t make much of a difference because those are just names; home is home.