Hello reader,

My name is Christopher. I live in Prague. I am 35 years old.

I was not destined to master the art of literature in university lecture halls. No, my decision to write comes from a sincere promise I made to my psychotherapist (hello, Veronica! By the way, let's discuss the possibility of reducing the dose of medication at our next meeting). After lengthy, and, frankly, comical persuasion, I relented. Veronica insists that this will help me battle my persistent depression.

So, dear reader, I am open to any criticism, even if it is hidden behind the mask of irony and sarcasm. My letter is not an attempt to sell you mediocrity, but rather a form of therapeutic activity. The purpose of which is to rid myself of my inner burden and embark on the path to a new life.