As far as I can remember, I liked telling stories. The teenage girl I used to be wrote romances that had no effect on others; or rather, made them tell me to quit writing. I did and ultimately life grabbed me and threw me on croocked paths. Writing is like a virus, and I was never cured. I shily started again, now and then, in verses and prose... I published my first collection of poems in 2005 to put my grandfather at ease as I had moved from France to Sweden. He never read the book, but when he had it in his hands, he was proud and happy.