The start was marked by a storm. On a cold December night, several of my colleagues and I had an experience that literally made our hair stand on end. We were on the verge of drowning. It was a close shave but we got away with our lives although utterly shaken. The sea was merciful to us. Some of us handed in their notice on the next day and left, others took to drinking soon after that, but we all lost sleep. People say that when you lose something, fate gives you something else in return. My gift was rather unexpected - I started writing. It happened on the following night. I believe this was the quickest way to escape from my demons. Or, this might have been something lying dormant within me waiting for the right moment to come out. I myself have absolutely no idea. 
During all this time, while I was tossing and turning in bed wide awake, wondering whether I will lose my sanity, one person was constantly at my bedside. My wife. My muse. My support. My first editor. My unsparing critic. As well as the only reason to bring this project to light. 
I dedicate this stories to you, my darling.
As for you, dear reader, enjoy yourself. Your will certainly see yourself somewhere in these pages.