Inside me

I have not always been me. Before being me, I was not inside me. I was elsewhere. Elsewhere is anything but me. Only afterwards, I really became myself. In this story, questions, doubts and difficulties take the form of an ogre. We must deal with it to find what we are looking for. And what we will find in the end are colourful words. To be able to say things, to talk about what frightens us. And to talk about happiness.
[Text in Italian]