When Ken first visited Lisbon, something inside him changed forever. He fell in love with this city, its streets, neighborhoods, museums, people, street art and so many other things. This was the city where we gave our first kiss, where we touched each other for the first time, where we got married and where we built our life together. Many times Ken would just go for a walk, randomly to anywhere, and if he would go alone, on returning home, he always brought news of some place he discovered. He knew Lisbon and Portugal better than I ever did, as if he had lived here all his life, and I do believe this is the place where he truly felt home for the first time in his life, where he finally found his niche. He used to tell me how he always felt displaced in the U.S.A, as if he belonged somewhere else, and over the years, he increasingly became adapted and embodied naturally the European life style. He did not missed living in America, he missed his close friends and family there, but he had a plan that would solve that for him. I remember when we visited Paris in France, he was excited and loved to see the city and monuments, but after a few days, he tells me how he could not wait to go back to Lisbon. These photos show Ken throughout the years in Lisbon and Portugal photographed by himself, by me and by friends. One of the things I like the most about these photographs is the fact that you can see Ken maturing, changing and specifically becoming himself a part of Lisbon’s landscape. There is no place I can go in Lisbon where I do not see him, his presence is everywhere, in the streets, in the museums, in the restaurants, in the gardens, in our neighborhood.

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