I guess the story actually has to start maybe back in the the 1960s, when I was seven or eight years old, watching Jacques Cousteau documentaries on the living room floor with my mask and flippers on.
Pretpostavljam da ova priča zapravo počinje negdje u 1960-ima kada sam imao sedam ili osam godina i gledao dokumentarce Jacquesa Cousteaua na podu dnevne sobe s maskom i perajama na sebi.