What is youth?
Is it a football field, sweating profusely? Or the lovemaking on the tree-lined paths?
I don't know, I only know that when I entered youth again as a person who has been through it, I felt more pity for myself at that time.
Pity that simple child, pity his naivety, pity his cowardice.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
