When I was little, I had trouble sleeping. I had nightmares about shelters, burglars, men who beat their wives with acoustic guitars and large dragonflies that exploded. To be able to sleep, I started reading comic books. And as you know, comic books often lead to heavier things such as children's books, youth novels and finally there you are eight years old with an 700 page book wondering, who the hell is Stephen King?

The nights grew longer and longer. I didn’t sleep. I wanted to read. After a while I started to ask myself who were these people who had their names written on the books. I realized they were writers. I was told that it was possible to be one. I learned that this could be a profession.

After that I had my dream in my hands.
I decided to become a writer.