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Xiipal (pronounced "SHi- PAl") was
born far across the great great ocean in the smallest hospital in the sprawling city, xiipal grew up on the dusty streets and arid playgrounds of Mexico, before flying far across the great great ocean to England with his mother, his father and his sweet baby sister and a tiny leather suitcase filled with twelve books, a cuddly koala and a bag of plastic lego pieces. For two years he lived as a nomad with his family, moving from house to flat to shed, from bed to bed, without set education till the family decided no more and thus settled in a comfortable downstairs apartment owned by the elusive land-lord, and went to the local primary school. He lived a further two years without contact with the outside world, so grew up inside a womb of innocence, without knowledge of the present world, and especially not music. But then slowly but surely, his painful birth to the world that lay beyond the confines of close friends, family and books, began- and the boy was forcibly thrown to the evil of seconadry school, his past friends all fading to memory, as his world became ever more perilous with the onslaught of teachers, bullies, false friends, parents and chaos all striving to dimish the spirit of new found youth ignited within. All five years, the eternal winters of discontent, only aliviated for a snatch of a snap-shot memory of a better time and place, from the homeland he longed to see again. And then freedom! Long time coming, it came and he embraced it with open loving arms. But still, he felt a great unease, as if something had been misplaced forgotten even, deep inside... A hidden identity, one which he could show the world and himself- that brought his two worlds together. And thus was born xiipal.
