Womanizers have always been and will always be. Numerous novels and poems are dedicated to them. I had a chance to communicate with womanizers at school, then at the institute and finally at work and listen to their stories and adventures of a memoir nature.
I wanted to express their revelations in everyday language, which is typical of the conversation of tipsy men at friendly drinking parties, when they talk about “bread, salt, land.”
And of course, in a little more detail than is customary with Apuleius, Boccaccio, Nazon, Maupassant, Apollinaire and Barkov, I present love stories, but still without going down to physiological details.