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 am sitting at the table, eating something. And suddenly it occurred to me, “This lady is speaking like she totally knows me. Like I am 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...”