At that moment I had already recognised a number of changes in my body. In my mind, logical thinking was at loggerheads with other members. I would never be so sensitive again but I thought I would never change. To calm the momentum, I repeated to myself in disbelief that things would be forged little by little and that constancy would help to materialise my dreams. I intact the hopes of my childhood kept. I was living the sweet period when you can still be almost everything. That summer, to earn a little money, I went to work in a paint shop, it smelled of turpentine and linseed oil.