Parents always give good advice. Mine, as well as “wrap up warm” and “eat with your mouth closed”, would always say to me “when you’re older, dedicate yourself to something you truly love”. I was often scared that this meant I had to choose just one out of the millions of professions that exist, limiting my future to a vocation that in a way also had to choose me. If I liked dogs, did that mean I had to be a vet? If I loved travelling, did that mean I should study tourism? So, one day I said to my parents: “I’m going to dedicate myself to words.” Translating them, transforming them, re-writing them, inventing them, designing them, drawing them, and playing with them to make stories on paper and memories in reality. I followed this (and many more pieces of advice they gave me), and today I’m very happy.