In your hands, you hold a bouquet of stories. Some reek of smoke and sleepless nights, others of hardship and deceit. Some are soaked with the scent of youthful dreams searching for the land of imagination.

Some may seem comical to you – and indeed they were – if you lived them intoxicated by the electricity of music, the urge to play, and endless journeys. Others might hurt a little. Some may remind you of yourself, even if you never stepped on a stage. They are all utterly true, no matter how unbelievable they may seem. They were told to me by people who lived them.

Proceed at your own risk. Turn off the lights, pour a drink, and whisper a favorite melody. That’s how it fits.

“Ah, and where are you? Remember, we may not change the world, but at least we won’t leave it alone...” Enjoy your reading.

Dimitris