I have a brother. He is 20 years older. Son of my father.

This is prehistory. And the story is this: when I was 7 or 8, my parents and I went to the sea. I asked my brother to look after the apartment.

There was nothing to look at. Give flowers once a week. That is all.

Now I think that in the process of supervising the apartment he got his profit. Maybe my mom decided too. Because when we returned we found in the refrigerator: a bottle of cream, ananas, bananas, strawberries, grapes and chocolate.

When I opened my little fist for all this, I was told that it wasn’t all for me. My brother comes and takes it.

It was 1995 or 1996. You have understood. A bubble of cream and ananas I saw in reality for the first time.

A month and a half has passed. The fruit died by the death of the fruit. Six months later, a bubble of cream went to that light.

Ten years later, it turned out to be a gift from a brother to us.