Why he used to call himself "the master" is something I will never know. It was funny, indeed, as our relationship developed, and our names and nicknames changed from serious to short, nice, and caring in our becoming-adults phase.

But, again, "the master"? Was he supposed to teach me? He certainly did, though I wouldn't say he taught practical matters to me (well, not completely true, but I guess I can't go into details here). He unveiled a new world to me, a world that was completely different. He made me feel I could grow wanting more, and achieving goals, and still have hopes. He always gave me the courage to learn from wrong and turn grey days into clear skies. A task the master performed faultless.

I miss that mastery of life, and the master's witty sense of humour.