Hannah Witch From Whistleroad Town

Right now, I have to write about myself something intriguing and laudatory. In the third person. As if it wasn’t me who did it, but Will Shakespeare or Oprah Winfrey. Sorry, friends. Not in this life. Not in the next rebirth. Not me. To do so would be the same as to spit in that part of my own heart where a drop of God lives. I could have entrusted this work to my young assistant. Be sure this cute girl would sincerely write that “Otto is cool, and it’s impossible to come off from his books.” Do you really need to know this? Do you really interested to know which a street of the great city I was born on? To the open windows of which girls’ campuses was I climbing celebrating the warm September nights of my youth? What career did I interrupt to become myself? I don’t think so. It’s not interesting even to myself. It seems I realized what I could and I want to start with. People who treat me well say I’m a gifted person.