This is a diary of my personal perspective and the knowledge I’ve gained in different places.

Sometimes, it’s knowledge I’ve felt I’m not worthy of having. I’ve been privileged enough to hold a passport and a bank account that allow me to experience other cultures and backgrounds. And I’m not saying this from a fake humble position. I’m being honest.

Because I’ve met people far more talented and intelligent than me, with fewer opportunities. And that alone proves this world is not fair. Someone standing on a rooftop is not better than someone living in a favela or a slum.

This is a window into what I’ve felt, lived, and observed. Always with care for the ethical side of it. Not because it sounds good, but because some moments I’ve lived are not mine to tell. Some stories I’ve witnessed are not mine to share.

So before going further, let me tell you a little about who I am and why I do this.

My name is Muna. I am originally from Morocco, a country full of history, both good and bad. The gate of Africa, so close to Europe, yet far at the same time.

My people are indigenous to North Africa. We’ve lived through millennia of cultural mixing, colonialism, conquest, and histories I’m still learning to understand. Some call us Arabs. But we are North Africans, with layers of complexity.

And then there’s me, raised in Spain, our neighbour. So close, yet so different. I don’t fully belong to either place. I’m divided. Not properly rooted. But before you pity me, this is my greatest blessing.

And I’m not alone. Millions of Moroccan immigrants, immigrants in general, carry that same feeling. Not having roots gave me freedom. As Manu Chao said, “my house is in my shoes.” Wherever I go, I can find a home. And that is one of the most beautiful things I have, the seed that pushed me to discover the world. Not for postcards, but for feelings.

This is not just about flights and emotions. This is about earth, nature, culture, and biology. The biology student, aiming to become a conservationist (this is my headline). This blog is educational, not just for whoever reads it, but for me as well.

Earth, humans, wildlife; it’s all connected. And I want to bring it together into one vision. Wild Veins is the journey of my life.

I document it because I feel the need to tell my story. To connect. Maybe to feel understood by a stranger at 3am in some random part of the world who feels that this story matters.

It might sound selfish.

Maybe it is.

Or maybe I’m just human, with a dream.

Welcome to my world.