An introspection of being.
I begin my journey into the depths of the subconscious.
I have been prepared myself thoroughly, and when the memories appear I can distinguish between the absurd and those traces that can make sense to discover. My first remind makes me trembling. My nose is bleeding and I see a man near me trying to stop the bleeding. I feel the blood in my nose and mouth, and I can't speak. The man takes me in his arms and clothes me with a blanket I can feel his agitation and my body moves to the rhythm of his great strides. That man is my father.
My first memory is being climbed on a tricicle, on a street in Barcelona.