For a long time, I was angry that I never went to music school or learned to play the piano as a child. I envy musicians: the language of their craft is universal. It can be heard by all, though each individual understands this language differently. And music has always had a calming effect on me.
For a long time, I was angry that I didn’t learn Spanish when I had the chance. I’ve always felt the splashes of Latin spirit inside. There’s also something about the Spanish language that always inspired me.
For a long time, I was angry that I didn’t dedicate my life to playing soccer. After all, it’s probably the only activity that I never get tired of. No matter what role.
At various points in my life, I wanted to become a music producer, move to Argentina, or even become a sports journalist. But my list of wishes grew significantly larger, while time kept running out.
I ultimately became a writer and now there is no one I cannot be.