There was a time when Nepal was happy and pollution hadn't started to darken the kathmandu valley. Rivers were full of water, There was still a King and no Maoïsts, bicycles were plentiful and more numerous than cars. Every evening one could dream looking at the sunset on the himalyan peaks. Those times are long gone, but the images are still there to remind us it was not an illusion. Kathmandu was a Shangri-La. I made this book to share to bring back these quiet days.