When I was a child, I never imagined I would end up writing for people who don't speak my language.

That a play of mine would open in New York, another in Rio de Janeiro, another in Buenos Aires. That I would pass through London recording a piece for the BBC and through Switzerland to receive a film award.

I also didn't imagine that in my fifties I would discover I was a novelist (late, some will say; right on time, I say). Nor that, at thirty years in theatre, I would also have written for the screen, for the radio, and two novels (so far).

Three decades. Three mediums. And I still don't know how to do anything else.