Once upon a time there was a lined and squared teacher.
She taught in a school swarming with lively .
There she went by a tiny train that left before sunrise and arrived before the smell of cappuccino and croissants.
One day this teacher carefully observed the lines and the squares of her notebooks.
They all stood there, sharp, grey and white on sheets of paper where no one was pleased to write anymore: they were still and unhappy.
The lined and squared teacher started to think. She imagined she could create something different with them.
She coloured here and there, using bright colors and natural shades, being careful not go over the lines and the squares. But all that she got was only a soft patchwork .

Then she added rhythm and harmony, danced tip tap between the lines, made the squares round, lavished all her fantasy... But all that she got was only an out-of-tune pentagram..

Eventually she couched a series of bright ideas, concentrated until she exploded, with the only result of having produced illegal fireworks to let shoot in the forthcoming village festival.

Something eventually changed only when she oiled her 's gears with balsam and tried to exploit the squares and the lines like her lively children did: without preconceived ideas, with amazement.

From then on, the lined and squared teacher began to remember and to learn, to learn and to remember.

Slowly she remembered the joy of having learnt lots of languages, and, with them, the will tocommunicate with distant people and the chance to encounter differentcultures.
She remembered, too, the excitement of the night when she first entered Internet and navigated there, during the dark night, until daylight, when she smelt the aroma of cappuccino and croissants and realized she had missed the tiny train

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After having navigated for a while, the lined and squared teacher realized that these friends of hers, were the most powerful means of transport that had ever existed.
The lines were nothing but hypertextual links, i.e. imaginary lines over which thoughts can flow.
The squares, furthermore, could be enlarged and resized to host anchors, tied between them and with usto link images,, words, sounds and other amazing witchcrafts.
Thus, she processed a wiser way to use everything that she knew, she again found the enthusiasm of discovering things she didn't know, or, owing to a trick of fortune, which she didn't remenber anymore.

The squared and lined teacher was being transformed, and her metamorphosis was helping her to recover, maybe, what she had once been, but had forgotten: a happy Webmaster oops, teacher.
She took her mouse, a magic tool capable, with a single click, within a blink, of allowing her to fly very far away, and navigated with enthusiasm in her new adventure.

Her marvellous journey begins