Iris believes in magic just as I do. She gave me a gift that is, in her opinion, very precious and rare in adults, she recommended me to save it with carefulness, handling it with care: it is called fantasy. That’s her who, by rolling up the sleeves of her dress made of fire, water, earth and air, helped me to build my world. She’s gone now, since few years. Who knows which wonderful places she will be exploring and if she’ll ever come back and tell me about her adventures. They could end up in the pages of a book.