The fairy tale of oral tradition is a sailboat. It sails in the sea of the collective unconscious, the sea of dreams. It is pushed by breaths of freedom. The one who listens holds the helm. The desired land is the essence of things, the core of existence, the meaning of each moment, the trust in life, the longing to live another day.

Folk tales are wise, that's why they are addressed to the wise, that is, to children. Children are the natural -not the only- recipients of fairy tales. Recipients are all those who are willing to grow up while remaining innocent and not submissive, all those who can take steps of self-awareness, all those who dare to fight the dragon guarding the passage to true adulthood.

Fairy tales are like birds. Whoever fears the darkness (any darkness), if they invite them with an open heart, they come and perch on their shoulder and tell them stories. Such birds sit on my shoulders. With them, I will tell you stories - all from the oral tradition. You will hear the tale of the baobab tree whose heart was filled with countless treasures, the story of the first mosquito (because there were no mosquitoes in the past, something happened and the first mosquito came into the world), the story of the Indian mouse called April Cloud who managed to reach the white spots of the sun, the story of the dolphin who had a dream - he dreamt of us, humans.

We will tell lies through and through, truth through and through. Lies and truth, that's how fairy tales are...