There really is...

...no clean way to say this, so here goes: for as long as I can remember I have always loved animals, sex and music, especially percussion. In fact, I have been told I jerk harder than Seinfeld’s Elaine Benes when I’m shaking my booty to a decent beat. It is therefore no surprise that I steered my career into working with sharks and other marine animals, while keeping a private side business selling seductive lingerie and a few other toys – of the adult nature - and also occasionally playing my drums with friends. It’s not easy to explain how all this came to be. There really was no master plan at the onset and I certainly didn’t imagine I’d be doing half of the stuff I did over the years back in the days I was thinking about my future.

I certainly didn’t...

...imagine my first marriage would open before it ended, nor did I predict I’d be marrying Princess Leia in Vegas and I certainly didn’t see myself sitting down to write a whole lot of stories… Some involving sharks, some airplanes, some a touch of naughtiness, some boats, and some public aquaria, among many other things. But that is the way things happened and these pages kind of explain how all the pieces fit in the puzzle. The gods have been very kind and have showered me with many stories to tell. The second book covers the period between 2005 and 2015, which is when I started my Flying Sharks business and began teaching. It's also the period when I got re-married by Darth Vader, but sadly fell prey to the Dark Side of the Force only one year after. However, although that period came with an infinite dose of sadness, the brave (new) world of online cupidesqueness provided for endless pages of colorful stories that would make "Christian Grey" blush and hopefully you, kind reader, as well. ;)

The third...

...(and final) volume of this saga takes us back to 2010 and the monumental order to the almighty Istanbul Aquarium, which became a book of its own, when one chapter became two, and then three, and soon more than a dozen. Whether it was paying for one third of the total amount of imported goods in taxes, or wrestling with a boat captain about the number of cows he was to have on board, this adventure had us all pushed to the very limit, clymaxing in that horrific moment when a Turkish Airbus 300 crew member pushed us off the aircraft, moments before departure. And, in the end, a bonus chapter, focusing on 2016, annus horribilis in so many perspectives, until the gods of online dating traveled all the way to... Serbia, and brought unexpected news of Love and stability...

I hope you enjoy reading these lines. I most certainly enjoyed - and enjoy - living them. 

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