“Once, when I was 27, my uncle asked me, ‘Are you a virgin?’ From that moment on, I started to be afraid of him. A few days later, when he took me to a hotel just outside the city, he leaned over to my ear by the pool and whispered, ‘After the pool, get in my room…’”

 

On the opening day, the first photograph I posted on the wall was not mine.

 

It was an old picture of my father and Richard when they were young.

 

Below, I wrote a single sentence:“Sometimes, the door that makes you open the most hides does not hide your greatest fear … but the love of someone who spent years waiting for you to finally find it.”