Now you are in “Introduction”, the first category of mine. Below you can read the poem that sums up my story. Ugly memories game again during the night… … Restless night… … Never ended night… I have just worried my soul, my desperation came from inside and didn't give me a moment’s rest. Because now it's too late to come back and change the situation. Too late for me to turn over a new leaf at that time. Too late to stop the fear and the insecurity that have obstructed my artistic inclination for years. My glory dreams are always the same. They didn't come trued. I didn't become rich and famous. The passion that I have always felt is still immense: drawing, writing and music are my life. More depression, bad mood, tears coming down. My heart for a moment has become cold: it got lost in a place full of sadness where it tried to find a way out. Then suddenly I understood: disappointments, fears, the failed occasions brought me here to make me stronger. And finally I stopped crying and tormenting me . Perhaps I’m crazy, but I have felt that nothing is lost, that this could be the most important test of my life. Perhaps in a month, in a year, perhaps more, but I will find that blessed door where there is the end of what I have never found. There is the end of all the adverse forces that have been found on my way. Now I’m ready. Now I'm hopeful... I will succeed.                           Perhaps all will vanish or all will be completed. It's important for me to recover my strength to realize my greatest dream: to realize myself in the artistic field, with success. If then something or everything will arrive, it's better, otherwise I will not loose  my heart, I will not ask for  a merciless death, but I will go on my way at all costs. It is my dream and I must realize it. … Goodness knows if I will have a chance because this story has an happy ending… … Goodness knows if there's a person able to driving me to the top… … Goodness knows…     Evelyn Storm