When I was a child I feared the dark, I feared inside it were living monsters and ghosts ready to eat me, and what I feared most were the shadows of the curtains made by the weak light coming from the window… It’s strange how things change in our lives, how something hated could be then liked.

I like the night, and I like the dark, but most of all I like that half light coming from the window. I like to eat late in the evening, leaving the lights turned off, the window open, the fresh air coming in, the radio playing its magic. It gives me a very pleasurable sensation, it turns me in the relaxed mood.