Sometimes I think back and I try to understand... Remember, where did it all started?
I close my eyes and I can see this little girl who is "abandoned" , exploring the world on her own. My Mother knew what was out there, yet she trusted me, she thought I was okay.. But I wasn't, I don't think I never was. I was always different to other children. I always had these ideas, they weren't child ideas, I was always, more grown up. I was different. My childhood was different, and I'm trying to remember, so hard, but my mind is protecting myself from my memories.
At 26 of age, I was in the city centre, drinking my glass of champagne whilst this man was behind me and we both had interest in each other. He was 20 years older, but he had something, something familiar, something that made me want to know him. Things happen for a reason, and he definitely was the one who changed me, well, not changed me... But he opened some doors, that were closed for many years, buried in my mind... He brought back my violated life. This is how it started.
