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About Me — inthewaves
My story as it unfolds.
Childhood and teenage years.
At four years old I learned to read and write because I couldn’t stand seeing my brother and cousins doing their homework every afternoon and not being able to participate in the magic of the letters they were crafting with. Since then, I have always wanted to be a writer.
In times so remote that I don’t even have any memory of, I am told that I was constantly cutting and gluing white pages together, announcing that that was gonna be my book. I also remember writing poetry since I started being in school. I remember many summers spent at the public library, with its comforting silence, or in the dim light of my little bedroom, reading books over books over books. Mainly fiction. However, I also loved to learn about animals, planets, and stars, and, a bit later on, about how our mind works (how can thoughts come out of a bunch of cells?).
I was a tireless ant watcher. I was on a mission to discover the habits of a colony of feral cats that were living close to my block. I was a also planet follower, with my little orange telescope on my parents’ balcony. I knew about the history of astronomy — don’t ask me anything now, it would be embarrassing. I was looking into the universe and its mysteries and was both unsettled and completely captivated by…
