I was born in 1944, the 24th of April, a curios combination of "4".
My mother Julie was alone, my father was in Europe fighting in the Second World War; he died two months later in Italy. He was so beautiful, his picture is always with me.
I grew up with my mother, she found a work to maintain our family and help to pay my studies. I was very good at school, I dedicated most of my time to learn quickly and become autonomous; I loved study and work.
So, I remained alone in my life and I suffered solitude. When my beloved mother died, two months ago, I felt into depression and I decided to come to this Institute to stop and take care of myself. Unfortunately they found also a congenital issue with my hearth, I didn't know that; I have to take surgery since it is now quite serious.