the evasid

My life has taken the shape of a long, uneven road. It began in hardship and led me into three years of solitary confinement waiting for a death sentence.
I escaped. I crossed borders. Each country asked for a different version of me, and I obliged: I worked the soil as a farmer, held a scalpel as a surgeon, carried a camera through war zones, stood watch as a guard, built machines as an engineer. I founded companies—high-tech firms, shipyards, and airlines. I was a wanted fugitive elected president of a chamber of commerce. I lived among the jet-set, drinking with presidents, ministers, and police chiefs. I had no diploma, yet I ended up leading projects worth tens of billions of euros.