Letter from my Personal Diary.

I have so much to say to thank you for being by my side. Our relationship for a long time was nebulous, intangible. Something was wrong, which eluded us. We grew up under the insidious hold of an alienating mother who has made me her psychological slave, the one who should not make her lose face, her most flattering and reassuring mirror. Her idole, although she was incapable of lavishing the slightest tenderness.

We lived with an invisible camera constantly focused...