Soho neighborhood, London, 2012

Bieniek's POV

In the middle of a quiet street lined with chic middle-class houses, we see a house with a brightly lit room amidst the typical cloudy English sky. In that room, a boy of about 1.64 meters tall with green hair, fragile fair skin, and messy green dreadlocks resembling a sea urchin, and cheerful eyes, wearing a simple pair of t-shirt and trousers with a purplish hue and white sneakers with green laces and soles. That is the protagonist of our story, Bieniek.

"Let Kuchel Khan come with his wonderful smile as he beholds the wonder of the Amazon rainforest!" says the narrator of a TV show called "The Kuchel Khan Show" on a DVD playing on a Sony television.

After hearing that wonderful voice of the presenter and seeing his childhood idol smiling, Bieniek's eyes begin to shine like stars with pride.

Right after the show ends, he takes the DVD out of the player.

That's me.

After I took the DVD out and turned off the light in my room, I put it back in my collection of Kuchel Khan memorabilia, even though I was 14. I almost never grew up and continued acting like I was 6 years old.

When I walked into the living room of my grandmother Rosa Rara's house, the florist, she was cooking and she told me...

— Bieniek, my grandson, aren't you going to say hello to me?

Well, Grandma Rare Rose, I... I don't know what I'm going to do now that I'm a teenager. That's what I said.

But she tends to gravitate towards that.

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

Adolescence... a time of change, a time that can be confusing and scary. You're growing up, discovering more about yourself, facing challenges and making decisions about... well, everything." She gave me a soft look as I walked around the room thinking about why I still enjoy "childish things."

— Okay....

As I stood near the window, a bright, clear light suddenly appeared and enveloped everything, including my face.

— SWOOM!