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It all seemed so normal to me, when I think back, that if I had to make a decision with no relatives within sight I would put the world on pause and seek advice.

Advice, the stupidest and most presumptious thing you can ask and presume to give.

My grandmother used to say: "It’s one thing to die and another to speak of death. "

Perhaps only she never had the pretense to maneuver me, to shape me to her desires, dissect

me into parts and then keep the ones she liked and discard the disagreeable ones.

Perhaps only with her, without realizing it, the real "I" came out and moved dancing freely with her eyes closed.

I remember that we laughed out loud at the silliest things or that we were moved by watching the romantic movies, on television, that she liked so much.

She stroked my hair and made me feel unique in the world.

Unique... a beautiful feeling.

My adolescence was born and blossomed in the shadow of strict rules.

I never went out in the evening nor did I ever ask to be able to do so.