I am not Ishmael... But I was there when a giant sperm whale stroked the Pequod. For a second, I still remembering Ahad's face of fear, when his eyes faced Moby Dick for the first time... The year was 1851 and I am Anthropologus.

Old as Earth itself, I have travelled through pages of your imagination and shared adventures with you...more »

I am not Ishmael... But I was there when a giant sperm whale stroked the Pequod. For a second, I still remembering Ahad's face of fear, when his eyes faced Moby Dick for the first time... The year was 1851 and I am Anthropologus.

Old as Earth itself, I have travelled through pages of your imagination and shared adventures with you many times... I have fought the crusades on both sides and have also loved Zabeen more than once. I was the one who told Ali Baba, where to find the cave and whispered to Jonah how to escape the whale. By saying that, I am witness of Hitler monstrosities and I was there when Ramses II became a King.

I have set straight the the calculations of Chichen Itza and I also cried with the Negros on way to the Americas. I been there and here, over and over again... From smiles to tears, from birth to death, I've reincarnate many times and many ways the idea and inspirations of the greatest of all.

I am the pen, I am the man, I am the page in colour or blank. I am the candle and the typewriter... I am it all and none.

On my search of knowledge I found myself so small... But I also found you. Together, we are bigger... Together we are stronger... Beside you, I have no fear... The dark is not so bad then... With perception and companionship, comes clarity and the understanding of it all...

I am here to join you... To once more to dream... One more book, one more page... Another lover, another fight, another new word.

The same book, is never the same if readed twice.

Open me and learn about yourself. « less