I hoped someday fiction would take the rock universe by storm in the heart of people, yet it never became a mass phenomenon. Technology converted paper into electronic format, but stories are still born as the laments of a blues from the depth of a soul. My stories are the daughters of small miseries. My best memories are related to reading. There is no intimacy like the one created with a book. A voice flows side by side with the narration, and it is yours. No one else’s. It’s close to a conspiracy: if books were free, we would have to ban them!