Our memory works in an amazing way. It acts as a virtual theater. Most of my childhood memories appear as negative images, undeveloped, waiting to be processed. Some others lie projected in an intermediate place, halfway between the present and the past, between reality and imagination. I remember my childhood and adolescence as a confusing scenario in which I felt permanently out of place. Books, comics, movies or video games were my passport out of a place where I didn't quite fit in. Thanks to them I was able to connect with unknown worlds. Wearing a helmet and wielding a book, I played to be a time traveler, proyecting myself into the future.