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  A little later, I was elected head of the library. I had thousands of books constantly at my disposal. I lost no time diving into this ocean of knowledge. It was the moment wherein I built a vast general knowledge of diverse cultures of the world. My dream was becoming reality. I read all day long…Hugo, Balzac, Zola, Goethe, Dante, Dostoievski, Gorky, Tolstoy, Beaudelaire, Rimbaud, Cervantes, Voltaire, Hain, Wilde, Mevlana, Einstein, Newton, Galileo, Freud… the moderns, classics: science, literature, pedagogy, anthropology, metaphysics, pathology, archaeology, anatomy, astronomy, psychology, art history, art criticism, poetry, the biographies of great scientists and artists…My curiosity was limitless and the library soon became too small.
 I carried a notebook with me and noted thoughts continually in class, in the mountains, out with friends, at the lake. I stowed it under my pillow when I went to bed and took it up when I awoke. Since then, I haven't stopped filling notebooks. They have become my closest companions over the years. I have shared everything with them. Nearly 15,000 pages now, 15,000 pages of dreams, pain, disappointments, projects, progress, all my drawings…My notebooks are the flight recorder of life. I promised never to tell lies and through them, my life can be followed practically hour-by-hour.