the race car driver and the beauty queen.

– Madeira, January 1981 –

We have a huge family. My dear grandmother had ten kids. Poor her. But her heart was that big. One cannot choose family. But if I had a chance I would not change a thing. For the good and for the bad. And the good has to be my parents. I look up to them. They are my pillars and every single day the anxiety of losing them settles in. Makes me love them even more. Nevertheless a f*cking feeling.

My dad, the race car driver. My mom, the beauty queen, the most beautiful girl on the island.

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