Prologue
Usually it doesn't bother me when someone says something about me, or when someone talks about me behind my back. Fights between friends and family members don't upset me, just like gossip doesn't appeal to me. Rain doesn't bother me either. I tend to find it irrelevant. And if it rains, so what? Coldness is another thing that tells me nothing. I've nothing against it, never had, never will. A lot of people hate it, but that just because they don't know it. I do. Since I can remember I have always been cold. Maybe that's why to me everything is cold. However, the strange aspect of my life is that even though I know coldness, because now I live in a country closer to the Pole, I've known it since I was young. I used to live in a "normal" country as far as weather is concerned. It goes without saying that I've been living in a dilemma for most of my young life.
Have you ever wondered, what if you don't belong there...what if...you don't know where you belong, because you don't know yourself. I'll tell you a story about someone...about me. At the end, you'll be the judge, but not mine. Yours....
