Ali grew up in a small city that no longer exits. Her parents were traveling cracker consultants for a powerful and militant organisation that devoted all of its time and effort into casting the employees’ offspring in ludicrous foreign commercials.
Fleeing from the oil-stained cemetery she called home she made her way in the world by training crippled fleas to perform in European circuses.
She has settled into a quiet home in the suburbs, far from the spray of salty sea, mortal combat, that she loves so dearly.
She enjoys riding poetry and writing bikes when she’s not working on her ventriloquism act.