“My name is Ion. Who could have imagined the fate that was waiting for me: my birth under the Romanian dictatorship, the loss of my eyesight through an accident, my sudden exile to escape chaos, fear and threats? One thing is certain: fate is like the criminals that I secretly eavesdrop on today for the Belgian federal police. With a little willpower, there’s always a way to dodge its tricks. The person who taught me that is a close and loyal childhood friend. That friend is literature. Without it, I probably wouldn’t be what I am now”.