I am not sure if it was normal for a little child of a four years or
even less to answer the classical question of what do you want to be when you grow up, by
“Emperor”, but this was my answer, I even couldn't pronounce it right but since
then I learned to dream big.
At the age of five I was fascinated by
science, if I may call it science, but I stared to collect pieces of metal,
wood and any electrical devices I would find on the street because I was
planning to build a spaceship that can take me to space, but in every time
I will collect some, my mom will come and throw them away, because it
was rubbish J
When I grew up my dreams started to take
a more realistic shape, but it is still big. I still remember that TV show about a
group who was discovering parts of Africa where no other people has been before,
the show was in French but I remember I have watched all the episodes , the
images of their four wheel drive cars stuck in the mud still in my mind. It was
always nice to see it in the documentaries, about the different cultures and the
wildlife. Back then I never knew that my life is going to be the next real
documentary.
