about me
When I was a child, my older sister used to ‘torment’ me playing to what she used to call ‘a game’. It consisted in asking me ‘why?’ after each personal opinion I claimed. When I responded, providing her with a slightly distinct reasoning, she, again asked: ‘why?’. The ‘game’ continued until I got exasperated and angry with her. In the end, she became a teacher and continues ‘tormenting’ other parents children. In my case, I began to be so inquisitive that nowadays I constantly stand in the need of answering every ‘why?’ I find on my way.
