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When we are interested in a way of telling, in this case the private diary, it is very exciting to take a look at literary pieces that have transcended the world. The diary of the girl Anne Frank, for example, even taken to theater and cinema, is moving in itself and heartbreaking in its context. Knowing the tragic, cruel, premature and unjust end of Ana's life, reading the naivety of her diaries is shocking, because the sharpness of her intelligence already shines, and one wishes she had had the opportunity to flourish...

To tell our own story we cannot avoid a first step: to take ownership of our being, which seems simple and obvious but it is not. The private diary can be a way to achieve this because in its purest and simplest version it is about putting into words what we have in our heads. Dear Diary...

This strange afternoon of March 23, the writer Carlos Javier Jarquín has left me a book in my correspondence like someone who leaves a trap, he did not leave a single word written, he quietly retired to his usual journalistic work. I sensed that he wanted me to approach this book for some reason, and since he knows me very well, he knows that a book is still my favorite gift.

In this adventure of telling my story I start with all the advantages: nobody knows the material better than me. Others will have some data, a point of view, some memories, some anecdotes, but the heart of the story is mine. Only I know what it feels like to be inside of me. I know how I see the world. And the most important thing: it is my interpretation of the data of my existence, it is the way in which I have organized my memories, it is what was learned from the anecdotes lived that my reader is interested in knowing.