I've always been fascinated with rhythms in which the personal stories of people's lives are happening. Especially with events and situations they're made of, above all with moments stopped in that what we use to call the fluency of time, and with all that concerns us. Monday: Twenty-six years have passed by since I set off to conquer the world. One boy's aspiration towards the achievement of all that we use to call the dreams, and the reality of achieved ones, are the journey of one of those boys whom it is rumoured about that they consciously decide not to grow up. I've never even intended...