Preface

Dear Reader,

I would like to invite you to set aside some prejudices on good stories, nice words, and correctly combining these into a viable story that could ultimately aspire to become a book that is read by any person, other than the 27 characters inside of me.

In the end we are all bad actors in phantasy stories invented by others who we don’t control.

I am a non-native English speaker, a Belgian, but for some reason, the universe has moulded my brain and makes me think in English. And since I live alone, I catch myself talking out loud and yes, cursing to the walls around me in English. I did not get the rich vocabulary along with that, unfortunately, but to me this is about getting ideas across, not about literature.

Due to a combination of factors, I found myself a few months ago on a psychiatric department in a hospital where I would be able to recover from something none of my doctors have been able to define yet.

So, pardon my French, but allow yourself to be open to the temptation of discovering something different. This is the story of the daisies.

Jonathan