I grew up happily in a particular family, but around time I turned thirteen… One day, in the kitchen, my mother is there, washing and talking to me… I’m sitting at the table, eating something. And suddenly it occurred to me, “This lady is speaking like she totally knows me. Like I’m very known to her. And I am assuming that I know her very well.” I started scrutinizing her face, and for a few moments I couldn’t recognize, who she was. And I thought, “This is totally bizarre circumstance.” Then I started looking at myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t recognize, who I was. And I thought, “This is extra-bizarre. Trés bizarre…”