I got my first guitar at the age of 13, a gift from my grandfather who was a musician in an orchestra. It was an old guitar with rusty strings, but to me it was a treasure. At night I would practice quietly in my room, trying to crack the solos of Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughn. After a year of intense training, I performed for the first time at a high school graduation. My hands were shaking, but as soon as I started playing, everything went silent. At that moment I knew that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Since then, my guitar has become my voice, my way of telling stories without words.