We are bastards, we go against the flow. free thinking: be what you want to be, do what you want to do. No fears, no prejudices. To be a bastard is to have your own rules and to break them whenever you need to. At every victory we booze up – and at every defeat we booze up even more. We keep on going with a full cup in hand e thirst in our face. We leave behind what’s not essential. In the baggage, a jacket for cold days. strength and courage for the hot days. courage to go further, no matter where the road takes us. We found our identity.
We know who we are and why we came.
We are bastards. who the fuck are you?
