Just a week ago, on previous Saturday, we were checking my pinterest list of favourite books with a student of mine. And between the books, there was a picture of Alan Rickman, as I imagined him to be the perfect person reading all those books. The news of his death came as a shock to me.
I always dreamt that he would somehow be in my bedside like a grandpa and read my favourite fairy-tales which are in Greek actually. I imagined him reading and myself dreaming and getting into the book each time. Hopefully one day, we will meet and in his sensational deep voice I will hear the story of the horse and the poplar.