(I wrote this shit two years ago so my english wasn’t as good as now and it really doesn’t sound quite right actually. (OR NOT AT ALL TO BE HONEST!) However, I’ll try to edit that.. if I got time… oooh shut up.)

I could tell you this story a thousand of times, by any way, mine or someone else: You will never believe me. Since my earliest childhood, I always wished, even from the deepest of myself, a miracle, that all I thought during those long years become true. It was thought that I’ve had a incredible imagination, even when I was 6. Then people called me the ‘mad boy’ who never wants to grow up. Then the big child searching for big discoveries. But they were right. A big fool. A big child. An ambitious boy who’s got a lot of ideas, a lot of projects. Fascinated and fascinating. Who would have been able to think a single second that my life would have changed like that, that my childhood’s dreams have suddenly appeared in my life when I had unfortunately grown up ? Or maybe these childhood’s dreams was happening at the right time. To repair the mistakes of the past or to catch up. Because, yes, the man in the blue suit was late. Late but still very present. That day, I hadn’t tried to ask myself questions, I left him talk. And the most surprising : I absolutely trusted him. To him, the man in the blue suit. The man with an immeasurable number of memories. As if he knew everything. All about the world. All about the universe. <i>All about me.</i>