Born and raised in a town smaller than a footnote in a Dostoevsky's book. Always found easier to grab a pen, unfold an old piece of paper and make it rip apart with the strength of my untold stories. Outside this horrific times when no day is certain to come, I decided to look for every place where a piece of my heart can be left to last. Why to introduce slowly, patientely and properly like school or manners told us to, when time is also made to pass, come to its end. In these 25 years of mine, only thing I've learned it's that everywhere I'm not, it's not my place to be. Not yet. As one wise man said, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times. And this is mine.