Years passed, about 9 years. We were no longer these little children of 12 years (for Alfredo and Humberto), 08 years (for Camillo), 06 years (for Gabriella) and 05 years (for Olivia and me). Now we were tall, handsome, caring predators, and dating professionals (just boys). My mother, Julia Torretto, was posted to the coast of the country three years later; so we all had to move.
We moved in with my father's second little brother who lived in this region, my uncle Georges Torretto and his wife Valeria.
They had one of those super big, luxurious, super-well-equipped houses, there was even a gym and a games room; in short, there was everything to like it and be comfortable. Uncle Georges and his wife Valeria had three children, Trevor who was 20 like Camillo and the twins Anne and Angel who were 17 like Olivia and me. They look alike but not like two drops of water like my brothers.
We were leading an almost perfect life, although every now and then there were fights over everything and nothing; we got used to it. The girls had 3 bedrooms and the boys had 2; as my aunt Valeria said, each pair of twins was entitled to a room. Gabriella was the only one who had her own room because she had no twin or matching age in the house and no one was crazy enough to agree to share a room with her; everyone cared too much for their lives.
Later that year, Uncle Mauricio was murdered so savagely and cruelly that we could not see his body until the burial. He was killed on a business trip to Mexico City; what kind of affair, that we did not know, at least we children but all I remember is to have in spite of myself overheard a conversation between my father and uncle Georges where they were planning a revenge against a certain Dimitrio Del Patronne who lived in Mexico City. I didn't pay more attention to it than her then, for me it was a bit like wagging the knife in the wound like we say back home.
That same year, Alfredo and Humberto left the country for Paris, the capital of France, to "continue their studies" (we children were convinced of this). Until today, I still don't know what course they were doing in Paris; I don't even know if they were really sent there for school or for something else I didn't know.
We were enrolled in "Royal's Place", a middle-class school located in the center of the city. Our parents made a 7-seater Avanza available for us to go to school. We were the most popular in school mainly because our parents were super rich.