There is a feeling that is impossible to describe each time I see a project of a book becoming touchable in papers. As if ideas, words, thought, imagination, hallucination, …all those naught mischievous devils, angels… residing in my mind become real… touchable. Each time I feel as if a baby is finally born …. but with this delivery pain ends, taking a breath and looking towards the sun is done with full energy of content … dreams start racing with imagination to tell you… it is possible … we are here… 
Disclaimer: All views expressed in this post are solely my own and do not represent any official or institutional position. I categorically reject all forms of racism, or discrimination. Any critique is directed solely at political ideologies and state policies—not at ethnic, religious, or cultural identities. Content and images are used only for symbolic or reflective purposes.