A new start…
I have always had a passion for reading and writing. All of that I own it to my mom, a poem lover, she incultated in my brother and I the love for it.
We both used to memorize them and say it in class, usually in opening ceremonies where my mom and dad will always record it to play it over and over.
I started writing when I was about 14 for a class assignment and kept doing it over high school.
Reading has always been a way to learn new things and open my mind. The first book that truly moved me was “Mi planta de naranja lima” from José de Vasconcelos when I was about 10 years old, since then I used to beg my parents to buy me new books to read.
My brother decided to study Literature and now he is in his third year. Me, however, chose to major in Physics.
I am Peruvian. My mother tongue in spanish. I speak english since I was 10 and I have been living in Korea for more than two years and a half so I am kind of good at it. (I study my major in korean)
This is my second year at university and most of my friends left for army so I started writing letters to them and remember what it felt like in old days so I decided to write. Here. To them. To all.