
Chapter 1 · the climber
Books were never my way. My hands were.
I'm dyslexic. I learn by doing, not by reading. As a kid I climbed everything: trees, walls, buildings. I was looking for something I could master.
I didn't know yet that it would be glass.

Chapter 2 · Melbourne, 1999
My first window.
I wasn't a natural. But something clicked. Here was something I could get better at, one window at a time. Every streak taught me something.
I became an industrial climber, so my love of heights became my work. Every window had a beginning and an ending, with a clear difference. I loved that.
My dyslexia didn't matter here. My dedication did.

Chapter 3 · the hard years
Stubborn dirt doesn't clean away in one pass. You go back again and again until everything is clear again.
Not every view was clear for me.
Actually, it was years of an unclear view of myself. Becoming a husband and a father changed that. An inner voice always said: show up, do the work.
There was no lightning bolt. The turning point came through the work itself, one window at a time.
In Japan, broken pottery is repaired with gold. It's called kintsugi. The cracks are not hidden; they become the most beautiful part.
Those years are my gold lines.

Chapter 4 · Vienna, 2010
Start bad, but start.
New country. New language. I started again from zero, the only way I knew: one window, one customer at a time.
Today I still clean windows in Vienna, solo. My clients rate me 5.0 on Google, and my calendar is booked into 2027.
As I cleared away dirt for others, I started to see myself more clearly too.










