“Many did not believe that these letters were written by small children... Perhaps because they could not imagine that children have such humor..., such spirit... They could not imagine that children can know their target so well and be so straightforward... Perhaps because they forgot that saying: `From the small and the crazy, you learn the truth`.

Who expected such a philosophical question from a little one: `Dear God. If we live after our death, then why do we die?`. Or this appeal for justice: `Dear God. Are boys better than girls? I know you are a boy, but try to be fair.`

The spirit of the child lives and operates in a world forgotten by adults: in the world of natural truth. The convention and adaptation that the world of adults requires is achieved with a small price: to renounce the truth and integrity of your childhood. To kill the child within you.

The `Letters of the Children`, with all their incredible humor and brilliance, are also a revelation: ...we have lost the paradise of childhood! Was this perhaps Eden, from which we self-exiled?” [Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]