These poor beasts have no justified reason to be left to die on the side of a road or worse… they just had the misfortune of having had heartless masters.
I want to dedicate this space to the good and positive side of fandom, in particular to one in which I still find myself particularly well even if by now not very active.
Mom is a special person.
Ever since she gives birth to us she has been busy taking care of us like the mother hen with her own chicks, protecting us from the world from under her wings and teaching us to know it until we get old enough to face it alone.
But who is it that writes?
What kind of people are they who take pen and paper and build a text?
They are the professors, the poets, the lovers, the scientists… different people, with different interests. No matter what you follow or study, the pleasure of writing it down is what matters.
"Love is knowing everything about someone, and having the desire to still be with him more than with any other person," said a certain Albert Einstein.