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PROLOGUE

It had all began 7 months ago....I recall it as if it was yesterday...Fresh enough memories are rushing behind my opened eyelids striking me, as if wanting to arrange themselves and solve a giant jigsaw that is still missing a whole bunch of pieces.

As I watch my boots walking one before the other, in a constant rhythm, as if they have a mind of their own, I breathe deep into my nostrils the chilled, perfumed air, foretelling of a close rain. It's the beginning of September, and as my granny used to say when I was a child, once you pass the 15th of August, a sunhat is of no need. Elders have such an ancient way of knowing how things work that it never ceases to amaze me...

My mind fully retreats from the evening surroundings and my glaze gets a starring sort of way, as I go back to review the past. I feel a raindrop fallen on my cheek, and then another...and another. This kind of September rain feels like a cleansing shower on my soul as I direct my steps to the little old fashioned peasant house where I grew up. It has no electricity, but still it can see from the street the mild light of the gas lamp glittering in the small windows. As I push the small green Iron Gate, it squeaks and allows me to enter as a faithful dog greats his master who was gone for some time. I get close to the ancient wooden table that awaits me to reveal the whole story. And what other better way is there to do this, if not by writing. I threw off my wet jacket on the nearby bed, sit on the chair and put my head between my palms. The sound of the dropping rain falls peacefully in the dust right before the window. It is time! It is time to put on paper this unusual story, my friend, so that, if I'll be gone by tomorrow you'll know it too...