It is never a year more. Nor is it a year less. This is not just any post. It is a love letter.
The school year is coming to an end and we want to tell you something.
We are going to miss you very much.
Let’s fly!
June is all about rush.
Delivery rush.
Final project.
Interviews with publishers.
Luck, attitude, talent… What do I know?
Rush.
Until it ends suddenly, without warning.
We knew it, we arrived tired, we don’t realize it.
But it ends.
The end of June comes and it’s over.
