Piccolo

Dear Reader, If you are reading these lines, it means you have approached the silence of a child standing atop a hill. Perhaps with the distant sound of a train, perhaps with the lightness of a feather, or perhaps with a void within yourself, you have arrived here. Although this book may seem like Leo's story, it will truly be completed with your memories. Because some journeys are not drawn with lines, but with emotions. Some words do not speak—they only wait. And some books are not read—they are lived. Piccolo is the echo of a small voice. In the shadow of a cane, in the trace of a train, it tells the things hidden in a child's eyes. Welcome. — Sergen Sancak