*Lorenzo's point of view*
When I was a young boy, perhaps about fourteen or fifteen, I met this older lady. She was from Palermo, same as my grandfather, and was close to our family. Her name was Sofia. My father asked her to check up on me, as I was living on my own – he didn't have the time to do such a ''kind hearted'' thing.
So she went to my apartment two or three times a week, to make sure that I got something to eat. The reason why I'm mentioning this, is because she told me something that still, up to this day, helps me see things clearer.
I was having a rough time, because I didn't want to go to school, and hated everything about it. The teachers, my classmates and the rules that followed – no one, and I mean no one beside my father, can tell me what to do.
