I was a 10 years old boy when I first came in contact with London. It was through Dr. Who.
As a young boy, Dr. Who was part of my childhood fantasy. My family Sunday is never complete without us sitting around our derelict sofa, while we wait anxiously for the sound track that has come to shape my little innocent and dreamy world.
The more I get into Doctor Who, the more I was to enter the post office box, police office. The more I want to see the Big Ben and the more I dreamt of seeing that bridge that opens.
While Doctor Who tempted my innocence about a world far beyond, it was my aunt that corrupt my soul.