I often have the feeling that I’m the product of some dreams which, accidently, are mine. I often mistake my biography with my bibliography and I mix these two with innocence and a remarkable pleasure. I intervene in these dreams to modify and reshape them to my liking. In order to be successful I try to retell and rewrite them. Every time I do that, something else comes out. Regardless of the outcome, I always start again in the hope that I’ll reach a „final” result. For the time being, each result is only yet another beginning.