I remember when I was little, sitting on the curb of Prophet Elias, gazing at the horizon, stretching out my small hands to embrace the world, to make it mine!
I wanted to grow up immediately! I wanted to travel a lot, I wanted a handsome boy to hug me and kiss me, not knowing then how quickly, intensely, and abundantly all these things would happen in my life!

This book you are holding in your hands, my friend, is not a novel written with a lot of imagination. It is not a literary book published to be judged or criticized. It is simply my life, as I lived it, as I felt it with my own character, which, whether good or bad, ethical or unethical, is mine, and I carry it from the day I was born and will die with it.
Perhaps reading it, my friend, you might feel sorry for me. Perhaps you'll say, "Poor thing," or maybe you'll even envy me for the great variety my life had. Anyway, whatever you feel, one thing is certain: what you read is the pure truth. Written plainly if that suits you, boldly if you want, or silly if you like.