When I was a little girl, I heard my father say that destiny was a wise old man in short pants, who stood around the corner waiting for you to come over to play a prank on you.
For years I thought that this vision of life was the argument my father used to fantasize about his own story. Today I realize that I've never heard anything so wise, true and interesting. After all, who among us can say that one was not a victim of fate at some point on one's road?
The same goes for the two people whose story I'm going to tell. It is nothing invented by my head, let alone any dream I had and that I decided to put on paper. It's the true story of a couple, told by the best friend of a cousin of my second cousin's neighbor's ex-girlfriend.
No. This is not another love story. This is the purest story about how life and destiny duel to bring reality as close as possible to fantasy. And it's not that every day fantasy comes closer to our reality?