As a child, every year I saw a circus set up its big tend in front of our house. It arrived with caravans loaded with all sorts of strange and colourful things. I watched it in fascination, and one day, in exchange for some small work, it gave me a magical and brilliant entrance full of expectations ...
At night I dreamed of flying. At the beginning and with a great effort of concentration, I could barely to lift myself from the chair. But night after night, flying became easier and soon I could move through the air freely all around the house.