Diana was lucky to grow up in a small village, close enough to the shore that, as she opened up the window, the ocean’s smell entered through it.

Lucky enough to walk alone her way to school, to play the “three sailors to the sea” on summer nights.With a blanket and that round table got enough to build a fort and hide away from Currujedo, that monster up in the garret.

No way could she be found inside there.

As spring came alone, that hut was built outside, with the hugest cardboard box you could get, and a knife just to make the door and window’s holes.

And thereby, spent hours imaging tales and dreaming of faraway, impossible worlds, so real even though.

She always was a wilder!