Long time ago I was sitting in the kitchen, reading a book, when I realized that my mom was saying something.
“What?” I asked, my brain slowly disconnecting from the story I was reading. Actually, my mom was calling for the third time already, but I hadn’t even heard the first two. I was so immersed in the story that the real world stopped existing.
I’m the same boy today (except some silver hair), and my love for stories goes still strong. This blog is about stories, books, life and anything else that comes in the way.