"Who knows what will do," said mom Dad. And he ventured a guess, according to which I look like my brother, portrayed in a picture hanging on the wall and that is visibly angry. This is a step that is part of a sequence of images dating back to when my brother had just a month and portraying him as he passes, in a few seconds, the smile at a glance between the thoughtful and concerned, and thereafter , to weep and howl more angry. Dad took these photos during a walk in the woods with him and understand how good his intent was not to capture a side of the aggressive nature of my brother, but the strong temperament so out of place in that little body even sixty centimeters of lying in a pram.
temperament that now finds dad in me, at times, when kicked hard against the body of the mother and when I answer my movements with their caresses, as if I wanted to move the hand that touches me. That's why Dad jokingly says that my face is angry and says with a hint of pride: you mean that I have a strong and responsive and this is good according to my parents.
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