I lived with a close friend of mine, well, the family was friendly, they were friends there with my mother, its all in america, she came for the weekend, and i was there in the attic, trying to untie the tree with which the boat was tied, i couldnt , i began to throw this boat and kick it, then my mother appeared, so she says, well, what are you doing there, i cant untie it, he says, well, theres an uncle down there, hes good at untying it. I even remember, he had such a small bump on this finger, i even remember that, our dad took us to france, it was in 1939, and literally a few months later the Second World War began, i. My parents sent me to biorits during the occupation, this is beautiful, you can even see just from the portrait, what a beautiful extraordinary woman, her name was her margarita, she was a friend of my parents, and i lived with her, one day i was looking out the window, opposite there was a hospital, and there were german soldiers and officers playing football, well