REMÍZA
 Stories from the Book

I was sitting in the kitchen, where the silence was broken only by the rustling of supermarket flyers. Absentmindedly, I flipped through page after page of discounted offers without even knowing what I was looking for. The flyers were nothing more than a way of holding back my own thoughts, which were crashing over me like an avalanche.

Or at least, that was what I believed.

Why? And Who Is REMÍZA Written For?

I stood there, in that small courtyard, a place that was far more than just a smoking area.