I was born in a Basque Country village in the floods of the 83. A moist August. In those years when the kids used to send handwritted letters to each other, fish tadpoles in the river and listen to music in an old radiocassete. I remember rainy days, at home with my color pencil case. It's been some years since then and I still want to tell stories. It's playing a song from 80's in my computer and the first drawings of a shy girl about princesses and castles come to my head, a girl a bit absent-minded and dreamer.