During my childhood one of my favourite things to do were reading stories and listening to them on the radio. What I remember the most are those long and warm-hearted evenings we spent in our summer holiday home, surrounded by the scent of freshly mowed grass creeping into our noses... I adored the feeling of climbing into my snuggly bunk bed and wrapping within enormous blankets and surrounding myself with more than plenty of pillows. But I did that for one sole reason – to listen to my dad’s calming voice as he read adventurous stories to me.
