Tieme was that kid who crawled out of the classroom, was always covered in band-aids and made up ridiculous games on the playground. He could not sit still for a second and was full of ideas. School was never his best setting. After some detours and a lot of hospitality work with others who also couldn’t sit still, he ended up as a writer at a desk with a pen in his hand. But even journalism could not hold him for long. Rather, Tieme followed the dream that arose when, as a child, he asked Dad about all those distant countries on his globe. His father, who taught him the art of storytelling, told him about African tribes, distant deserts and the great troll forest. The dream stayed alive.