Truly, Have I Met You?

Unfortunately, we get older and as we get older, we tend to forget things. When we realize that our mind is slipping, we are getting scared. Reverence and dread prevail. I recall, when I was a little boy, I was told that the best medicine to banish fears is to mock them dearly, to laugh at them. So, in this respect, we were making jokes about vampires and ghosts exorcizing our inmost fears. I wrote this book because I fear Alzheimer. I am afraid of it because I have experienced it to people very close to me. I realized what it is capable of doing. It is a sly and deceitful disease. It leaves a person unharmed outside but it turns the brain into a Swiss cheese. Full of holes. Reading again the book after I finished it, I confess that I am still afraid of Alzheimer, but I have somehow banished it. It couldn't harm me any more. It is a bitter-sweet book. Sweet like life and bitter as a medicine. The disease itself.