Prologue

I often ask myself why the real life couldn't be alike to a fairy tale. In spite of the world of fairy tales having a high complexity, you know after the first two or three sentences how it would end.

My parents and grandparents have read to me since earliest childhood all kind of fairy tales. Perhaps this is the reason for me to hide in books and their fantastic worlds whenever sorrow or stress are about to kick me out of my inner compliance.

When I was a child, I dreamed of having a friend like Anne Shirley or of experiencing a love like one of the girls in a fairy tale - okay, perhaps not the Little Mermaid by Andersen - especially Cinderella has always been my favorite. But already early on I had had to learn that those stories only were to be found in books.