I had almost no record of you. I don’t remember you. I don’t know what time you showed up, but you did it through the big door, ready to stay. To blow my…
Something moves within family relationships when one of the clan, in this case me, falls wounded. Each of the members takes on a role and they all have a vital connection…
Project Maria dates back to October 23, 2017, when I was told by phone, whilst working, that the result of the biopsy performed on the nodule on my right breast,…
Scars have an undoubted emotional weight. While for doctors it is often considered the end, for me, it has been the sewn beginning of indelible memories. If they could talk, each of…
End of 2019, coinciding for me with the closing of a cycle regarding the Maria project. A cycle that began with a double mastectomy, to be followed by chemo, radio,…
