I wrote the book I needed when I was younger. I am not a writer and I am not promising a happy ending — I am promising the truth.
It came out on 24 February, my birthday. No publisher: a professional editor, my own site, and parcels I pack and send myself.
The title comes from a board in my room where I tracked competitions, weight, training and money. Watching myself change through them, it became clear that this was the road from a boy to a man.
The cover shows a hand with the ring finger raised. From a distance the gesture looks like something else, and that is deliberate — in Bulgarian that finger is called “the nameless one”, as if the person had no name. Nobody should feel like that.