Piece of puzzle alone at the moment, who must be adding to the future entry, corresponding the year 1997 history's.

At the year 1997 I go to make my HIV test, this result positive after many years. I make that one time each year. That was a terrible shock my legs trembling how I was not very careful I accepted the new like something sure and don’t put in discussion, after all my test was making on the best laboratory at the time. Start to live this certitude it is not live. First I comment with my friend Alejandro Massot (The same who robbed my house three years later) him recommended me a specialist on the subject, this one tell me don’t worry my dear the only thing you must do is used condoms and testing you each two month to supervised if the virus grow. How I’m don’t very trustee on the “argies” professionals I profit a trip to London to search other opinion, I speak the problem with Carlton Hobbs an antique dealer who I worked after many years and he send me to speak with an English authority on the HIV. This man tell me textual words “Don’t take any medicament just the sickness was completely declared, but medicaments learn the virus to became more strong” coming back to Buenos Aires Augustine Braun Blaquier(the serpent) start to be involved on my testing activity. How my old Laboratory was demolish this bad girl bring me to other called Stambulian where I’m compelled to pay 400$ each test. This routine make me think all the time on the sickness incorporating a new phantom in my life. After some month one day I go my self to search the result of a test, after small discussion how they don’t can find the result, finally they print the test after the computer, how was my amazement when the follow day Augustine came with other result completely different of mine, on her the virus was grow and mine was undetectable. To day 13 years after and never taking any medicament I only suffer three or four colds. Then that was part for the cognitive behavioral therapy who start when coming back for europe with Agustine”the serpent” after she obtain of my father, put me on the hands of my mother biological and her "Gansters family" They trying during all this time tied to her or my stepsisters. The planing including Take away, my department. make lose my job, compelled me living on a farm with "The pharmacist's daughter" and make sign the renouncing to all my identity rights. All that was bring ahead with the complicity of the Buenos Aires society, charmed with the idea of being the caretakers of a royal bastard. I remember women censed be part of my future life, crossed me on the street with hat copy of "British Ladies in Waiting" one of them "Elizabeth Boots Gurmendi" called Queen Elizabeth at "The Decorative Art Museum" corridor's cause his persistent obcesion being dressed like "The Queen Mother of Great Britain" !How ridiculous! The Argentinian farmers society, don't know limits about his social pretentions. In his stupid innocence are not aware of the damage and pain they may cause to someone humiliated since birth, with his "Royal Life" parody bad played.

"Théâtre de la Gaîté Montparnasse" Tango Show

During the preparing the show we make friendship with Valeria, she don’t pay me but got for me a place at the hotel of Madame Renaud “Rue Malebranche” near The Pantheon there lived a gay couple (one of them called Segovia) members for the Rodriguez Arias group, this pair years later mounted at New York a Tango Show who was put on the global fashion, but at this time they working other area of spectacle. I lived there all the time was during my work with this woman. We started with the design of the scene dress, this one was black sequin straps "V" neckline, back shoulders and arms naked, along with a little dragged like The Copenhagen Mermaid" shape. After was the combing, forward the back bonding by gel . How she had a beautiful big mouth I decided that was painted on the more strong red possible. I put the orchestra on the back left side occupying a third of scene leaving the rest for Valeria. The Musicians was three Piano, Bandoneon and Flute entirely in black too. This woman was best actress as singer (after four or five presentation she loses the voice) She was move around all scene, taking profit for dramatic place at each text of the Tangos. A good complicity with follower reflector was the last key for the success. I remember we go together two or three days a week testing to the house for a costume theatre designer, was a pavilion on a private street on the eighteen Borough, the hall where we testing was completely covered by mirrors, the ceiling too, an black concert piano at centre the window dressed with a black lace-embroidered with black sequins. How we can see we are not very far for our staging. The owner for this site keeping there a fantastic collection for Russian Ballet costume for the twenties-thirties. Was in this atmosphere where we conceive the 1976 "Théâtre de la Gaîté Montparnasse" Tango Show. That was the time for military dictatorship our Bandoneonist, Juan Jose Mosalini was exiled, we have a very good critical for the left wing press, only the varieties comments for "L'Aurore" was contrary. I make good contact with Press Releases "Attaches de Press" one of them Bernadette Vitrac proposed me go to work with, after the show was finish. The mission for this work was Entirely Preparing the press campaign before an after a spectacle start. Organized premieres and go to see the current choice shows for the next works. That make me write in French and speak with the critical, I arrived to build a good relationship with Jean Claude Català from "La Vie Ouvriere" weekly magazine of "L'Humanite" organ go The Communist Party of France, this one had a cultural branch called "Le Chant du Monde" who edited several CD with the Valeria Tangos, and not only that they organized show tours around all the cultural houses in the left wing hands at France entirely. Valeria works many years with this success.

Tango Show at Paris

After a hard working in a mirror frame prototype when this one was finish, I go to show him to Monsieur Sermadiras but he doesn’t love. Obviously Paris was too near to London and that don’t make pleasure to my father. At Paris I never had the same facilities how Spain. Again homeless with out job one day encounter on the street an Argentinean woman, she was singer, remembered having hear several years ago signing “La Vervena de la Paloma” an Spanish Zarzuela at “The Caminito Theatre” in Buenos Aires. She invited me to see her “Tango Spectacle” at small Hall underground of “Theatre Saint Denis”. Where Alfredo Rodriguez Arias was presented “Peines du Cœur d'une Chatte Anglaise” with successful, how he had old friendship Valeria Munarriz, now Tango singer, got the theatre provide the Tango Show. This one was a not very serious Tango interpretation. Valeria had "Le physic du role" without apparently lesbian se was a beautifull woman with this male touch particularly for the woman tango singers. The mistake was the staging, the dress buying to friend top model, was more indicated to a chic Dancing at the "Cercle Interallies" and her partner was a tall Argentinean very female dressed with Smoking this is entered the scene an unfortunate leap at the accurate moment when Valeria in a male gesture she pointed, the result a closet laughter public. Ended the show she asked me my opinion _ I think is a very good comic show. - I don’t want a comic show…She tell _ Then you need change all. _ How what? _ The repertory, the dress, no partner and put small Tango orchestra on scene. Combing your hair with “Gomina” (a typical Argentinean hair plaster), and you, your dress, the orchestra and the scene in black enlighten for follower reflector. She looks me for thee seconds and tells. _ Coming work with me at my next show.

Small piece to add on the puzzle at Part II on the first entry Friday 4 June 2010

How I was condemn living on the dark and I was a “Baby Divine” after some people who know me at my childhood. I never go to play with the others Childs to “Plaza Francia” or “Palermo Gardens” the fashion places at the forties. I never had a Nanny in his place an secretary of my stepfather called "Rosa" fulfilled that function. She was a very disgraced woman, five of his brothers had died of tuberculosis. Then she was ever dressed mourning with crepe that is still used in those years, she was very religeous to then visit her brothers graves two or three days on the week with me. Result I passed my chilhood playing on “ The Chacarita Cementery” I think that was a local order for the daughter of the pharmacist “His reputation was so important!!!!

Again Paris this time just to coming back Argentina

With my girlfriend we had a good bed and brain relation but we was not in love, despite that 6 July arrived and going to Pamplona for San Fermin, the famous Hemingway immortalized running of the bulls 7 days Holy Feast. It is an unforgettable spectacle all the town is drunk; we drink all the time during the seven days. I can ensure you at the last day you can have an interesting condition. In this condition when looking the Town Hall clock like an idiot. At the seven hit on the bell, the bulls run directly forward to me, thirty five years before my reflex was optimal I starting run front the bulls climbing a barred window, stay there just the monsters passed. After this courageous act walk I see down the battle wall an old buss painted. _What is this? _ This going to Kathmandu Bus. Answered my girlfriend _We go? -Are you crazy? This was the second answer. Then not had future for this relationship. Coming back we finish our relationship and I start a friendly relation with other Basques young people with this group we go to “Mont Marsan Arenas” to see Lou Reed, we stay there three days and I make a flirt with a Punk French woman. With this girl after the festival we go to Paris live together and I forget San Sebastian, Tata and this entire Basque nightmare. In Paris I make quickly contacts with Basque people living there, they are very good organized, how my relationship with the punk girl don’t run on the good way after some days I decided moving. I fall on the house of a Spanish man married with a fat French teacher woman, they living in a small pavilion on the outskirts “Rue des Tilleuls”. This amazing man was student of magic or prestidigitation in a circus school that was very amusing why he training his gag dressing as clown front to me. With the time this repetitions becoming to boring but that was the only price to pay and there should use a place to working making a mirror who I had the intention sale to “Maison et Jardin” Paris, the manager was named Mr. Sermandiras.

San Sebastian

Where we are in plenty work to restored the broken goods somebody cam with the new “The Mario Vagina Conio House” has burned. That is not important in my history life, only why thirty years more later his house of “Punta del Este” was also burn. The brithish people call this phenomena “Poetic Justice” at this time this fucking bastard plotting to rob my house. Of his house just can conserved the drawn of his floor plan marked with the ashes. Like a Cartoon. During the restored time my friend Tata appears that make me feel more acompanied, so the community relationship was bad. I proposed him where we finish work go to live to San Sebastian that was at the north near the french border. The andalusian dream for the moment was finish, I’m goin to Amsterdam to buy a Wolksvagen Van in a three days trip. Comming back Ronda I take up Tata and we flee to the Basque Country. As brought to believe my Family name was Serra(of Catalonia) and Oribe(Basque Country) conceived the fantasy of looking for my ancestors Basque. How Tata will laughed as he was aware of my true identity. Years later the serpent Agustina Braun Blaquier can laughed to, when I commit the same mistake, but in this case with my family name Serra, and the place was Menorca Island. On the two trips all was paying for my pocket but this people was completely unable to spend one penny. The lack of affection in one more dangerous weakness we are like a homeless dog. The first caress started wagging our tail.There we was give ourselves foot and hands tied. One year living at San Sebastian and often going to Bilbao and Durango(the originary XII century town for the Oribe family). Never but never I feel any echo in my body or my brain. Years later in Hagia Sophia after entry I can’t go out, I remember I must turn back each day who stay in Istambul, at the time I’m ignoring my true identity. To day I know how many ancestors we have for the russian and danish side on the XIV and XV century from the Byzantine Imperial Family's, like Conmeno, Lascari, Paleologo......Sometimes you must to belive or blast!! Well coming back the basque country, there I keeping a very good client the Berazadi shoop and others at Bilbao. We rent an apartment at Urdanibia a Riding Country Club near the french border,why my intention was go to sale in France to. that was part for the argentinian mythology "If you don't succes in France, you do not succed". We had an other good client Marilu Azcàrate, the best antique dealer for the town and perhaps of Spain, I remember see on her shop the best Lacca Povera BookCase who I see in my life. Her first order was a pair of black octagonal at two differents shiny frame mirrors. She speak me after, Courreges loved and qualify " they are classics" . My friend tata was the most useless crafter who I see in my life, I did not know a nail hammering, I try to explain him several times how do this. _Look you catch the the nail with two fingers for your left hand ”thumb and index” then carefull slowly you hammering with two touchs just the nail can stand himself, then with the hammer in your right hand you hammering mid strong send him to the end. The result all times was, hammering strong at the beggining. The result all times was, hammering strong at the beggining and the two red fingers inflamedos by the coup, on the air a rude expresion. But that was not all, he was alcoholic agressive, one night completly drunk coming to sleep in my bed and that was finish in an homosexual ralationship. Obviously the follow day he don't remember nothing. This alcoholic homosexual relationship continue during several month. Despite my active acting on the sexual game, after this one on the daily life I'm the gay of the relation but how every was through the alcohol was banned speak about. I don't supòrted for much time this and I start flirt with a Basque Girl the daughter of the owner of the Country Club, she was named Maria Jose Rodriguez, her father are not for the Basque Country but her mother was for the high society of San Sebastian.

the car and the palace

We was very proud of our car years, later I find in Internet a similar model (ex Lord Mounbatten) 420 Jaguar,the two small shields of the royal automobil club for Spain and England, are similar to the shields of our car only the exterior color was different, our was navy blue. The fireball was running about 200 Km per hour ¿ can you imagine that? charged with a luggage rack attached to the ceiling plenty of glass furniture separed by foam mattres tied by elastic ropes, in Spanish routes with full throttle. We was never stoped by the Police!!!

The palace of Mondragon was a magnificent andalusian monument builded through several century, we had there some rooms and a big hall with mudejar ceilings as show room ¿What More?

As expected the first client we visited was "House & Garden" Madrid, the Paco Muñoz Bottin store, in his first command he buy all the models as two or three differents colors each. Enough to pay all the bills and financing the next months to work. But sometimes God is just ¿who is in the shop offering some shaming creations for himself? Was Mario "Vagina" Conio, and his products, tables in ordinary wood with a glassed top showing an fake silk tie on back down. I tell him...Nice to decored taylors windows.

After we go to visit other shop named "Corro" in Madrid to, her owner was the Countess of Maronne, aunt of Don Juan Carlos the next King of Spain, this charming Lady, commanded a series of models also. With this background on our pockets we start to entry on the others shops around Spain speaking like the best interior decorators crafters of Europe, the result was...We sold on all the places where we go to offer the goods. A succes.

Back home we went to work earnestly, now had fulfill the commitment and finally two months after we go to delivery. I think it was on this trip we went to Barcelona to see and hear the rolling stones All the way was a party with thousands self stopers dresses craziest way. Unforgetable.

How we coming back with money, the serpent start her work!! A member for the work community was a argentinan young man follower for the Guru Maharaghi...If was it is own idea or an sugesting for Mario "Vagina" Conio we never know but the result was, this mistic spirit at my back, had convinced other members to go to Holland buy LSD to bring back and sold at Seville. They was catched for the Civil Guards in his first day and go to jail.That was the beggining of the end, was a sad history but the youngs are good boys, one of them, go with is wife in jail to.The atmosphere was other, the police came each week to register the workshop and Alistair Boyd stop to rent the Palace and we must move to other house with the workshop.

The car was going out to. One day my partner coming with this new. The Allowing for the car to stay in Spain was finish, his car was matriculated in England. Day to day troubles of relation with the community members blast. We decided delivered the last orders, but in this travel the truck driver arriving San Sebastian fall deep sleep and loss the route giving two turns finishing with the four-wheel looking the sky, my partner, the driver and me, inside. Luckily no hurts. Quickly we go out to search a police office to denouncing th accident and take contact with the insurance company.I don't remember how we coming back, perhaps in train. The driver coming alone with the broken goods and arrived three days after.That was the sad end of workshop in the paradise.

Ronda or the Paradise

After the failure with the shop at Puerto Banus I decided go to live in Ronda a beautifull town on the middle of the andalusian mountains fifty kilometers back to "San Pedro de Alcantara" with three hundred and sixty-five curves on the route. There I rent a house and I start make clothes for sale on Marbella shops, then Fakir the dog and I became citizens of Ronda. There I make a solid friendship with Aurelio he was a Ronda born and had a brithish girlfriend called Geogina she lived with her fathers two painters and her brothers in a lovely small farm on the valley down the town. My friend Aurelio(or my father) convinced me to stop to make clothes and start a new business, make mirrors on the Morroco painted glasses. After know the tecnique, they are painted on the back of the glasses, after glue with gilded paper, the result a very barroque frame mirrors, really I don't like this on an interior decoration. Few days after we finish the first in the Morroco style, I tell to Aurelio _You know dear...I love a painter named Vasarely, he make paintings square with a gradient of the same color, these are very simple if we could copy and a good carpenter would repeat their form but with volume, put on the front the color painted glass plates and mirror plates on the sides, at the depth of the frame. He love the idea to we start to order the first prototype This one was simple, three steps forward the exterior to the center and there two steps more framing the mirror itself, about the colors we start, exterior to center, for the more pale to the more strong on the third step and again gradient to more pale forward the center. On the volume the more high step stair was the third. how we are very impressed with the good result of the prototype we develope differents models of furniture how side tables, cofee tables, consoles and octagonal frames. this one was simple, three steps forward the exterior to the center and there two steps more framing the mirror itself, about the colors we start, exterior to center, for the more pale to the more strong on the third step and again gradient to more pale forward the center. On the volume the more high step stair was the third. How appeared the money to financing all this was pretty amazing ... we had credit. Alistair Boyd and His wife friends for the Geogina's parents had rented the "Mondragon Palace" to establish an school for brithish students but the spanish license never arrived then he lend the palace to put there the workshop, quickly all the young people was disposed to work with us. Days after to start to work in comunnity, one of my partners cam with this new.. _Tomas on the garage turning the corner side the owner have to sale an beautifull Jaguar for only four hundred USA dollars. Two minutes after we go to buy, this was a 4,5 liters 1966 four doors Royal Navy car, magnificent , inside upholstery in a pale blue gray lether and the front desk driver and the border windows venereed walnut root. With this car we turn to Madrid, Barcelona, Zaragoza, San Sebastian, Bilbao and all the important spanish towns to sale our production placed in the luggage rack atached at the ceiling, protecting each other with with foam mattresses. In this conditions we sale one millon of pesetas, that was enought for six months work. The young people of Ronda was fascinated with the travels no many of them go more far before to Malaga or Seville and in one travel wo go to see The Rolling Stones at is first coming to Barcelona. The life was passing on the best of the world we enjoy a friendly community with young girls and boys. One day who appears?? The fucking Mario Conio(vagina) the same who suggested Jaime Parlade to send me in Jail, he coming asking where buy drugs but he just finish to buy a house at the country side. That was a bad premonition, the serpent had establish on the paradise. The wife of Aly, Lady Kilmarnok was a charming woman she invited me drink a cup of tea to her house, a magnificent house-palace with ceilings for the XV century decoring the wall with ancestors paintings dressed in a Hunting Diana with moon quarter at her front. Surely this must be by big english master but after forty years I can't forget him. And the Georgina's mother try teach me english translated the Omar Kyam verses. That was the more next place to the paradise where I lived in my life..

como me salva mi padre...dos veces de las trampas argentinas

After came back to argentina the money became the most and most erratic, then Jorge start to speak how to make money quickly his argument was ¿How many times you was stoped at the customs control) Never was my anwer. Only the drug delirious and the financial stress. Could convinced me, try smuggling hashish from Morroco to Spain He introduced me an spanish young man and his girl friend an small fat young woman who was the capitalist for the adventure, all the security was based on my gray flanell suit,(!Fanell in Morroco!) the best costume to fool the customs guards making me go through a man business...The only justification for this stupid and childish reasoning was at this time the youngs who try make a trafic are dressed on Hippy manner and normaly they were jailed fifty meters before the entry of the customs office. How stupid we were!!!! With this innocence bordering on mental weakness we go to Morroco in an Wolkswagen Van (the most drug-traffic brand) that was a nice travel with two good mates. Arriving to Agadir the spanish boy came to anouncing me " I've been stolen" the Business was suspended, take this money to came back to Spain (the exactly amount to reach Marbella) Obviously we are follow after Madrid and my father hidden back. Jorge Luis I don't see him never more just 15 years later in Argentina, somebody tell me he was catched for the Madrid police with five kilos Hashish and put in jail at Carabanchel. Quickly I find a job, on a bar on the new Marbella Sporting Harbor, the owner was Tintin Pinzon an andalusian mate, there quickly start friendly relationship with the others commercial shops owner's. After this job I go an sophisticated shop who selling expensives bacgamon sets by Hermes and all collection of games to avoid boredom on a luxury ship, there Im working with a Chilean girl married to young man owner for riding horse place near San Pedro de Alcantara he tell me "How the tourist people are not very numerosos why not go every day to take riding horses classes. I accept at the moment and the follow day start my riding classes with rides through "Sierra Bermeja" on back Marbella mountains, that must be a good professor why many years after at the Pereda Farm the owner "Mima" was weighted my riding style. That was a good time and we became good mates. For this days somebody for the Marbella Club coming searching bacgamon boards, for make a championship, how the shop where I work don't had this, I proposed build them myself. Then I go to Ronda (neighbor town fifty kilometers) with a drawing and I order the number need. the big problem was the coins to play, obviously I will copy the Hermes coins with central depression to insert our finger for more quickly slide them. Making more quickly the game to. I try with polyester resin (working on my "Hotel La Fonda" bed room" obviously I was completely intoxicated sleeping there. How this failure, finaly delivery wood painted coins making for the same carpenter of Ronda. And every body was very happy at the champioship. How my income in the sophisticated games shop was really very poor my debt amount with the La Fonda Hotel grow and grow. The director a charming briton man named Raymond we build a solid friendship and never harass cause my debt. But one day the spanish Queeny owner Jaime Paradè adviced by an Argentinian Queeny architect "Mario Conio"(Conio in spanish means vagina) take the desition to send in jail all the debtors guest, me included, and kickoff Raymond how the Hotel director. After three hours on the prison, my chilean friend came to pay and gave me the freedom. How I was homeless Madmoiselle Libotte proposed me go share a house, I love the idea why we had always a very friendly relationship and she was my neighbor at la Fonda the last time.. One year we live together at "El Abanico" that was the name for the house. We spent time talking in French, painting or just having fun, I think today was a period of teaching hypnotic, I speak a French better as my spanish, to the end of the summer I start with the idea to open a boutique at Puerto Banus, on the same place where I work all the last summer like a jeans seller man the owners was two french people, and after the season when Puerto Banus became a desert they let me sold the liquidation stok on a cheap shop at the old town. As september or beggining October one of the french shop owners offer me the place of Puerto Banus to rent during the chritsmas holydays, then I go to Malaga and I make an society with Solange Laffont the daughter of my friend Gracia Bayo. To day I don't remember where we find the money to financing this new adventure, the result was, we working building dress and clothes with the old sewing makers for the Gracia family, that forced me to be big time at Malaga. We open the shop the 20 december waiting for the luxury chritsmas visitors, the oil crissis blast and the 22 we are in Puerto Banus, Solange, Fakir my dog and me, no one tourist came, that was a desert.

second part of "Chateaux de la Loire" and back to Madrid

Second Part for Les Cateaux de la Loire After Chambord we visit several Castles, Chinon, Chenonceau, Azay le Rideau or Saumur (The mitc castle from “Tres Riches Heures du Duc de Barry” the enligting book for the XV century) at the stops we eating on the local Charcuteries, some Patê de Campagne with campagnard bread without wine I’m the non licence driver. At Angers we finish the car walk on his massive castle, safe-box for one of the most beautifull suit of tapestries existing on the world. The 70 or more examples from “The Apocalipsis” a contemporary “hundred years war” master piece. Try to depicting that can be a work for many books, only one detail..”Good open the cloud sky to look what happens on the eart, like a zip, with his hands on the clouds borders” but the towns destruction had a cubiste resolution. I only buy one postal card with the reproduction of one of them “La Grand Prostitute” a naked woman looking herself on a mirror, alone with long blond hair sitting on the top of an island at the middle of the sea. I never think at this moment my choise was a Premonition, but thirty years later I make the same visit with a serpent woman glue to my innocence, sending for my argentinians stepbrothers to make me fall on the misery or who is the same, in is hands. Sha was named Agustina Braun Blaquier, daughter for my biological stepsister, Agustina Blaquier( I go came back to this suject more later) After that we came back to Paris. Where other argentinian serpent, this time homosexual wait for me at the cornerside of my house. The expecting monster was the young Pepe Roca brother “Jorge Luis” he intercepted me on the stret, that make me pleasure see somebody for my old life. At the time I don’t be "rencoroso" , my need to live was so strong who inconciously I erased all bad remembers making place to the spontaneous affection forgetting all cautiously. This one ask me for help, the history was, he was arriving guest for his boyfriend an former boyfriend for his brother “Pepe” named Carlos Anessi and when he came here the blond Carlos was in love for a youg french boy a little more male to the blond Baby Face “Jorge Luis”, then he ask to came sleep to my Room. How in my turn I live on his family house several years ago, I say yes. One day after hi came to sleep on my bed. With him came back all the bad routines for the Roca Family, homosexuality, bad honest practices, go each night to gay night clubs and making exclusives relationship with gay people. Through him I contact all the argentinian gays living in Paris on the time. Is very impressed how the people who don’t have identity can be identify on the others around him. I start to live a very open gay life. Few month after Jorge Luis theft some jewels to a elder gay friend and I made the mistake to bring him to Spain for flee the french police . Arriving Madrid we meet Ines Miguens an argentinian girl friend for the most young years, The first act for Jorge was stolen his car and flee with a gay boyfriend to the mountains,i catchhim and knocked his face, telleng him I don’t want see you more in my life. Jorge cost me go out of Paris. _______________________________________________________________________ Ines find me job, selling guanaco skin bed covers on a sale post in the argentinian stand at “Casa de Campo Fair” the spanish version of “Rural Society Exposition” from Buenos Aires. The Guanaco Skin bed covers was bringing for an steward of Aerolineas Argentinas who smuggling them . The spanish people was good buyers for the covers but finish the job on the Fair, I offer them, like decoration auxiliar sofa cover to the most important Interior Decoration shop “Casa Y Jardin” the spanish branch of the french “Maison et Jardin” or the American “House and Garden” the owner for this was Paco Muñoz Bottin owner of the “Banco de Santander” he start to order, before ten after twenty skin covers and after more, the smuggler steward must organised with other stewards for supplier my big client, The Guanaco skin covers became the most fashionable complement to be luxury the modern interior decoration. I have the idea to extend the offer to the Pampa Foxes covers putting them on the floor like a carpet with the coffy tables over front the sofa of course. At the time we don’t are aware about te extintion of the species, but contrary I start to be concerned about the smuggling, I make a society with the son of the argentinian ambassador, I rent a house at Miguel Angel 6 street, and I make a travel to Buenos Aires to try regularised the bussines and make a legal import –export job. How stupid I was...Arriving to Bs.As. I speaking with friend for the young years, Julio Sanchez Sorondo an stupid snob, second grade of the Blaquier family, to proposing him working exporting together to Europe Argentinian not traditional thinks, this fucking bad man only make me lose the time, send me to the wrong adress I finish searching the Guanacos on the nord border with Bolivia when the Guanacos living on the Patagonia. My fate was live on the dark and work all my life on the dark, blocking me all the path to the succes. After this lose of time and money, I coming back to Madrid resigned to continue to work out of the law. But there again Jorge wait for me and he came to live to my house remaking the same proces of Paris, drugs, homosexuality take quickly the place of the good friends, or the work. More or less we live in this erratics conditions one year. He introduced me an argentinian woman, an hairdreser married to the son of the former Dictator Trujullo named "Radames", this one was her husband during one year and divorced her. But she never lose the Trujillo name.

Les Chateaux de la Loire

The Bob Wilson company go back to USA and other people came to the Diana Hotel, the owners was a jew family, two brothers and two sisters they are from Contantine a village on the Algerian mountains, coming to Paris after the independence. The mans working how museum guards at the Petit Palais, the women managing the Hotel, this one don’t was very clean there working two maids during the day, Gerard at maintenance and me the night keeper and all service. At the beginning I’m sleeping on the free rooms during the day but after my first income I rent a room “Chambre de Bonne” at the 7º floor 56 rue the Varenne, near the luxury apartment of Rue Citè Vanneau. This building was one of the most beautifull of Paris he was beside “The Mantignon Palace” residence of the prime minister of France. Opening my window we can see at the floor, the Mantignon Gardens, on the horizont, the Tour Eiffel, Palais Caillot, the Seine River and the Dome of Invalides... The owner was the Countess of Chabrol an Charming woman who I see only one time for pay my first month rent she never more ask me for other payments. The time was passing between my work and very delicious visits to the museums or concerts at the church, all free. The Hotel was placed on the geographical center town, near to Notre Dame, Saint Severin, Saint Gervais-Saint Protais, Sain Julien, le Pauvre, le Panteon, Sainte Genevieve and Saint Germain Des Pres, between others. How you can see I was beneficiary from a good provided free concerts programe. It was very near to the Cluny Museum ( I`m flirt with my fat girl at his gardens) there I pick up my love for the old tapestries and the high age objects like the cut velvets church armorial clothing, the Louvre was 20 minutes walking, how I adore walk “I was there like a fish on the water” Day by day my culture growing. With other income I buy a French “Velox Solex” a french engine mounted on a bike, with that I try to visit Versailles, mid way the snow was present the travel became a nightmare. I never arrived. Was this so frustrating will who make me think to other way to visit the french castles. Several weeks after, two argentinian women coming, at the time I was the owner from a good provided collection of Michelin Guides for all France, forgoten by Diana’s clients. Obviously I read and translate this. Speaking with the argies an idea enlight my brain and I start to Lying arriving to convinced the two women am a fantastic tourist guide to “Chateaux de la Loire” tourist tour, my planing was make rent a car for the argies and go with them for short three days tour, I’m a good driver without licence but don’t speak about. We was never testing for the police during the travel. If all that was my ability to lying or the gift hidden my powerful father I will never know, but the result was a beautifull three days car walk with this two charming women. First we go to Blois, there looking I learn my self how open the secret cabinet from Catalina of Medicis “Piece de resistance” of the Chateaux official Guides (I keep this information to make a Jock them in a second tour time later) after we go to Chambord, arriving there I see a mob of Japs each one with flashes and cameras before the entry, I proposed to my friends to make the visit in an contrary way, climbed the stairs to the top floor on the terrace. That was was an amazing experience Chambord is the equivalent of 7 or 8 normal building floor high and our phisical condition after this enourmous perfomance was the same who we have on the groud floor before climb up. The diameter of the stair came more narrow as we go up, arriving to the roof they loss the monumentality and when you go out , you find the celings from the Chateau composing an small french village, with little doors and windows in an scale completely more small to rest of the castle. I was amazing and I start to ask me who was the autorship for this marvellous monument, in my delirium liar claimed responsibility for Leonardo da Vinci (now we can think in a Joke, but the last scholars studys atrributed the autorship for the Chambord helicoidal stair to the Genial Leonardo, buried several kilometers far at the Amboise Chateau who have a war tower with a ramp to go up quickly with the horses and where Leonardo can see the proportions).

the Bob Wilson World

I was very impressed when I see the spectacle at The Pierre Cardin Space, the actors are the builders for the scenographie, they bring the elements placed them in acurate points walking , making slowly movements, one time this finish, I remember the shape builded was a piramide with a child with a wolf masque remained in. The rest of company about sixty people for any ages between 10 to 70 years old became completely naked and start a dance free coreographie, that was the first time of my life who I see a colective naked ballet. All this new concept from the dinamic images on dumb theater make me discover the most theatrical resources, after this I can enjoy the Jean Cocteau theater gadgets at “La Beaute du Diable” or the master pieces of the dumb movie, so far to the special effects from Holywood for to day. The second part was played on the beside theater “Des Ambassadeurs” we must crossing each other through a narrow interior services corridors where we find live sculptures “An Stabbed Nun” in the maner of the middle age religeous live paintings as the Holy week. One time arrived to the lobby of “Des Ambassadeurs” the vision was more amazing, looking out side on the Champs Elysee Gardens, several actors dressed in fantastic animals, playing amusing shapes through the crystal doors converted in displayed windows for an exterior scene Turning back, on the clothing keeper, other living sculpture showing the murder from Marat by Charlotte Coday. Then we must entry to the salle, before this on the “Fer a Cheval" corridor around the sitting spectators place, an butler naked human border, floor-wall angle offering the second part like an enourmous cake. (I had through my shoes friend this information, Wilson was engaged hundred of students for acomplished this job. At the time he was financing from The Hoffman fundation) Inside was displayed the big fired iron wall closing the scene, at the first floor lodges others actors dressed like the Champs Elysee animals and others in XVI century armures was sitting there. Few minutes after the child with the woolf masque accompanied for her nanny a very high black women, knock on the iron wall fire, then this came up showing an oasis landscape with a piramide on the horizon and one quirurgical table on the middle where two doctors put the child to start his work. Well more or less that was the action, after forty years and all my cognitive behavorial therapies made by the will of my stepbrothers of Argentina, that is all who my memory can remember. But the most important how this was open my brain, that allow me years later Help to managing, directed and mounted a Tango show with Valeria Munarritz at the Theater of “La Gaitè Montparnasse” later hired for the culture branch of the French Comuniste Party, and showed around all the french country, on the Kunst Halle for “ I don’t remember what german town”. Or made directing and lighting, with Ludovica Squirru for Prometheus Bound when I’m back to Buenos Aires at the year 1983 on the “Block of the Lights” ”Manzana de las Luces” this was one of the first 16 bloks from the primitive town, where works the first Capitol from Argentina( in this historical Hall we mounted the Greek Tragedy), I explain all that, why one day the reetarded women who my argies stepbrothers want forced married me, she ask me ¿The Manzana de las Luces it is in San Isidro? An chic neighborhood 30 kilometers out side the border Town. It is impossible for the European people imagin how ignorant and simples are the rich farmers for the “soi dissant" High Society of Argentina My answer was”No Joaquina for you the Lights Block is off. Coming back to Paris, I start to flirt with the lighting director from the Bob Wilson company, she was a beautifull really fat girl, blond and a very white skin... One week after to flirt . I see my girl friend photographied naked, printed on a poster glued on the wall of all Paris with this legend “Fat is bauty” Obviously that open me the mind too...What far is Paris to Argentina!!! Years after here, I’m very close to be married with other really fat blond and very white skin woman, and my fucking pharmacist relatives destroy my very next wedding with the argument “she was to fat to be near the Royal Family” and try to forced married me with the monster, bad smell, stupid border line called Joaquina Frias Ayerza daugter for a Polo player former member for the “Conception Polo Team” the honored cuckolds hausband of flirts of Grece and Danemark young fertil Prince.

the Bob Wilson World

The Hotel Diana was a very cheap place most of his clients coming from USA. One day I was completely astonished an american small man dressed and combing like Louis XV, that perhaps it is novery rare now but in 1970 was unusual. I keeping with me a fantastic pair of shoes in red velvet embroided with two gilded pheasants who wasthis travel buyed on the Madrid Rastro in a flash travel to Bilbao with my friends Malola Vallejo Najera and Pepe Escalera(this travel deserve an separate chapter 1500 kilometers on 2CV) All this eighteen century suit was unfinished on the feet, then suddenly I gift him the velvet shoes. That was the magic key who open me the world of Bob Wilson, this people were actors from his company on her first travel to Paris. They coming to mounted two spectacles one "Prologue" at The Space Pierre Cardin and the other at The Theatre de la Musique, quickly was invited to go and there, for the first time of my life I have contact with this new concept of theater.

suite to first days in Paris

After some days in the beautifull apartment for my friend and several visits to the argentinian embassy I decided search a job for my self the problem with the french workshops was it the same as in Spain. I'm go to see for students jobs at the Sorbonne but that was very limitated to the matriculated in the university, finally after fwe days walking the "Quartier Latin", I find a night keeper at the "Hotel Diana" 70 Rue Saint Jacques, that was a very lucky oportunity to start to speak french and make relationships with the young tourists from all the world. Really one of my most deep wishes was forget all my sad life in argentina learning how the young cosmopolitan mind was. All that passed two years after the french ravolution of 1968. And Paris was a Fiesta. One of the first french words who I learn "decontractè" had explain me the tune of my new life .

First days in Paris

Arriving to Madrid I’m looking from my friend adress “Castellana 70” she gave me a friendly reception, sent me to live on a brother’s house. To provide my immediate needs she commanding me several dresses and started to ask for work her fashion relationship. The work offers was to sew buttons on workshop, my southamerican curriculum how designer was not taken into account. Days after she proposed me go to Paris, the center of the world fashion, I accept happy to know this mitic town, she go before, I arrived a few days after by train to the Austerlizt station, my first image of Paris. The first problem was when I try to change money, notes to coins money, _ ¿Madame est que vous avez du change? _ Je comprends pas qu'est que vous voulez Then by signs and gestures made me understand. _ Ahh....voulez vous la monnai alors! In one moment I understand all my french from my middle class school was useless. Finally I find my friend Apartment was placed Rue Cite Vanneau 30 meters near Rue de Varenne, this one Was a very flat with luxury bathroom installed in a room with gilded moldings obviously originally intended to be a bedroom, the furniture was from Napoleonic Source and at the kitchen an Oak signed table by Le Corbusier. All in this house was elected by an expert or more generations of connoisseurs on the library I find a very interesting book about the good instruction from a rich boy, obviously nothing this was present in own education, the son of Duke of Edinburgh had was instructed like the grand son of a pharmacist Irish immigrant...Why not...I was damned to live like anonimous without any skill to make something for my self but "Natura" make his jokes I was born with a gift "Learn everything quickly"...Just to day they make me cognitive behavioral therapy to make loose my recent memory, confused faces, Acquire dyslexic errors in writing and shorted my look preventing me see the good paintings a good distance...I have a good eye for the art and very good taste from the interior decoration and the fashion. I have checked this on several occasions. And I'm a creator I dont like copy the others. In Argentina that is big sin why all is a copy from Europe 50 years a go. Only the new generations updated by internet Became courageous creators of contemporary art. I'm not the internet generation but I supplant this lack asking, traveling and when I don't have the answer, i'm create this. When you create an answer, you make a piece of art. Hegel had saying about..."The art is an awareness(objectification) of consciousness and privileged vehicle is the piece of art. The ordinary people think they can preventing you be artist, they can mutilated you, blinded you, sterilize you, but while you can think and speak with yourself...you will be an artist each second of your life. The family from my bilogical mother, is very basic farmers with a gift, the women, they are beautifull and more or less rich, then they don't need make herself any question, sex and money is all her horizont. Dignity, compassion, honesty and solidarity are feelings completely non-existent. For they and her circle. When Lord Mountbatten and the Queen Mother decided preventing me a normal life, no body came to ask me, if I have cold, hungry, sad or completely without north. Only on the last time cause I'm the suposed beneficiary from a trust they came to me saying "If you renouncing to your rights" we can give you an income. Making all is possible to preventing me work like a middle age siege by hungry....Nice people...

travel to Madrid

We stay about three months in Marbella My friend Tata working with a social argentinian painter named Juan Prat Gay and me on the kitchen of the La Fonda Hotel making the salads, was a good time the people dont make social diferences and after the work we are invited to the partys, that was my impresión, how I was ignoring my real identity I find very normal stay on the beach with the son of the duchess of Lerma and on the night at the inaguration of “Torres del Duque” the discoteque of New Puerto Banus where the manager was Ignacio Medinacelli son of duchess too. Before go to Spain I was introduced to somebody who was a friend for all the life,Gracia Bayo de Laffont, she are a member from the most influencial Malaga society, mother from three women, Solange, Ivonne and Nadine, her Husband was a french the Marquis of Orvich a retired oficial from the french army, at this time she live with all his family at "Villa Carlota" an mediterranean house front Malga Bay (to fifty kilometers to Marbella) obviously she protect me and present me to her daugthers who became a very good friends. one of them I never go to Spain without make a visit. The blond angel we follow to “La fonda” the first day, turned out to be Madmoiselle Libotte, a belgian beautiful women who embodied all last London fashion can show on the " 1970 Velvet underground" we discover Osie Clark and David Bowie, a way of life completely diferent to the provincial Bueno Aires, the most similar in argentia was the Ines Quezada Family. She had rent a " Moro" castell on Benahavis mid farm mid " Mudejar" ruin...beautiful where she organised a big party with the english fashion designers the top models and all the sophisticated people of Marbella the next day she was expulsed for the vilains disturbed for the strong music. In this climate of friendly sophistication without prejudices of any kind.Time passed in a flash and came in September and with and anxiety of working in something serious. One year before I know a very rich spanish women how I make some dresses in Buenos Aires, she lived at Madrid, Paris and N.Y. and at the time tell me if you came to Europe a can introduce you to the best fashion designers. She was a good client of them ,finally I find is Madrid telephone number and I have a warm receipt, she tell me "came to Madrid and we go to see what we can do" How go to Madrid? not a problem "auto stop" first stop Villa Carlota where there Gracia gave me for the travel a Donald Duck plastic head part from, telling "with that you arrive" And I arrive

Part IV

part. IV After my sucess with metallic dresses a partner from establish a fashion boutique arrived he was a former cónsul in Spain (Bilbao Town) this was not alone, a divorced woman about 35 or 40 years old CAME with him. She was very amusing (at the beginning) and I’m start a sexual relationship with she, we go to Punta del Este and there we rent a house where we live ,make the metallic dresses and sold them . Few days after Christmas presenting a fashion parade on the beach house of an argentinian new rich. And that was all, but all the rest of the summer I'm stay with my oldest lover tired to hear her history. How she stolen money to her husband...she was lying...really she can't stop to lying a moment, the problem came when others fashion designers consigners for her own dresses, asked from his money. My old lover was expend all like the money from her husband...... laughing. That award me a Boxing certain creditor seance. The most boring was be separated from my last summer friends, that must be an idea of my mother to make me became in an strong Macho...She was not only a very bad mother also the most stupid, the oldest after the first moments of new situation start became from make disgusting she was not very clean and 15 or 20 years old elder to me. The summer finish we must came back to Buenos Aires, my only concern was how we can established other fashion shop, quickly I go to look a good place to open that and I find an old supermarket(retail beans, rice.etc) We rent the store I start to make the interior decoration , putting on the light the brick walls and conserving the seventy years old oak vitreous cabinets. That was the first fashion shop on the Recoleta neighborhood...Just to this moment was a place of funeral services...Flowers Crowns...Marble Tombstones...the Cementery his placed front this street. Now is the center of the touristic way of chic Buenos Aires. We make a big fashion parade with profesional and mediatic models, big names at the time... Maria Larreta...Blanca Alvares de Toledo...the wife of Gato Dumas..that was a hit, big good critics on the press " The young promise of the Argentinan Fashion". That was enough to make me finish with the shop and the fashion world and put me on Squirru country house one year more muttering my frustration without understand why I must abandoned a good way to earn my life. One year more on the dark, but I was young and completely convinced a future of good money and social respect wait for me. The idea to go work in europe grown in my brain day to day. Next summer, I was invited to work and live on a restaurant at "Pinamar" the owner left wing theoric, very friendly to the drinks and women. The place was on the beach an wood modern architecture named “The Sand Bird” very nice by Cedron now a mitic name on the argentinian art. My work cooking, but how the last year was "Big Fashion Designer" now I asume be "Big Chef" really my friend the owner was a holy man he allow me make all my fantasies, but taht was not the most interesting "Leit Motive" this are young married hot women, who their husbands let them alone to came back to Buenos Aires to work after the family week end. Quickly I find a love, a beautifull young mother of two small child, we fall in love. This idilic time during to the end of the summer, but son from his father, let pregnant the married woman and she without consult decide aborting. This was a rude shock, I think I never recomposed me from this new frustation, one time more had not option to be father from something, this time a son. The idea to go to Europe to work came be obsesive and go to speak to the elder brother from my stepmother he gave an one way ticket to Madrid and fifty dollars. One 30 of May arrived to Barajas where a mate from "The Sand Bird" Tata was waiting for me, first question _"How money bring with you" _ 45 dollars answered. _I was take a wiskey on the plane He take his head with hands and shouting _¿Are you crazy? Ask my turn... ¿How money have in your pocket? _Nothing.. Result only one solution...go to work.. _¿Where?...Barcelona... Proposed Tata ¿Why? answered _It is an industrial town _Why not... Marbella... somebody was tell me.... it is on the way of life like Punta del Este ... And we take the train to Malaga and the Portillo to Marbella all that happens on 1970... We arriving with a rest of hundred pesetas only enough to drink two "Finos" and eat an cigalas "Tapa". After the andalusian nectar without one cent on the pockets we start to walk on old town, there we see a beautifull woman dressing the london fashion, I tell to Tata. _ We follow this girl. She go up for high side of the town..and when we arrived to Plaza del Santo Cristo...she enter to an spanish house-palace. How I'm shy I'm tell him go you first. after few minutes he came back an tell me. - Come inside everybody is inside. That was the Hotel "La Fonda" This same night we have house where sleep, job and friends. In my enormous ignoring of the reality I atributed to the Good Luck this

the history of my life

http://humano.ya.com/reales/malena/malena.htm) How my history is very long and they make me Cognitive behavioral therapy producing me losses of memory I must composed that like a puzzle. Dear Kitty:I read your book 10 years ago . I'm the son fromMalena Nelson and Philip of Edinburgh. She send me to live with a family composed by Tomas Serra and Maria Haydee Oribe (this Oribefamily was aristocrates from Uruguay no very important) they make fake papers were I'm born in the 12 November 1943 . Philip Came to argentina on 1941 or 1942 I think my mother was about 10 years more old to him, her Husband Juan Jose Blaquier was a rich farmer very honored to lend his polo courts, his polo ponnys and his wife to the Prince of Greece and Danemark nephew of the Viceroy of India. How all the expectations from the Mountbatten familly were placed on thevirginal satus of Philip (him was in the race to by married to Princess Elizabeth) you can imagine what disaster was my birth. Consequence Lord Mountbatten and the Queen Mother put me in the dark from all my life..My live was not very happy I'm ignoring my identity just you speak about this affair in your book the "Royal's". But all Buenos Aires know the secret. At the time a friend from my stepsister Dolores Blaquier Hugo Arias, comming quickly to tell me .You know what Kitty Kelley hadwritten about the Duke of Edinburgh and Malena?. How I don't have idea about I asked what happens and him tell me all, more or less. At this moment (year 1999)I remember Malena two or three years ago, after making a hit with my stand at the antiques fair at The Plaza Hotel of BuenosAires, (at this time I'm working from the Fine Arts Museum of BuenosAires and buying antiques from a London Dealer named Carlton Hobbs) she call me by phone to invited me to her farm "La Concepcion" for make an estimate from a big french " commode" we agreed that she would pick me with car three days later. During the travel she start to speak about the ancesters from the Blaquier family I found the topic a bit ridiculous because in that family there is nothing to highlight and from the Nelson side were pharmaceutical Irish immigrants, but she was a potential client and I make silent. When we arrived she make me "Le tour-du propietaire" after she showed "The big Commode" telling me "I know only other exemplary in the hands of my friend Mrs. Balkany" (drop names) as the furniture in question was a late nineteenth century copy from the Louis XV medal cabinet today at theLouvre (then she never go to the Louvre) I tries to explain it on the most diplomatic way possible.Then She tell me "I want to show you a tapestry, we go to the the dining room and there I must see the most bad condition tapestry who I see in my life .Then she say "This is Cleopatra pregnant from Marco Antonio" I answered perhaps from Julius Cesar and the boy was named Cesarion, She said "No from Marco Antonio and the boy is you" at that moment I felt a great disgust and asked her to take me back to Buenos Aires .When I arrived to my house I take the phone and I call Agustina Blaquier other stepsister( I'm ignoring she was my sister) and I say "your mother call me to make an estimate from a furniture on the Farm,what I must do?" she answered, dont mixed you with Mama she is not good conditions, and I forget the episode. But when Hugo Arias start to interrogate how I was informed about the history I began to tie knots and little by little they produce echoes in my memory. I remember my mother false in the morning saying your combing hair like an English Prince or when I've been to see in the film the wedding of my father and after the coronation of the Queen at an age moresuited to Mickey Mouse. A friend from Arias, a girl named Vicky Aguirre also one day play the theme but adding an important piece of "queen mother did not wanted" Well dear Mr. Wood I go to try to composed otther part from thehistory and I send you that to morrow or to night. I'm apologised frommy english but nobody learn me, I make that with the electronic googletranslator. tell me if it is possible to write you in Spanish.BestRegardsTomas Serra PART II How my Adoptive father her was paid:This man was the owner from an printing press then was hired to make all the bills from the brithish companies in argentine, attending the public sevices, electricity, water,etc the problem was when President Peron had nationalized this companies, the money was finished. That forced my adoptive mother to work leaving me alone most of the day. Result, I was abused (6 years old) by older jew boy. The lack of the father affection forced the child to search this love in other man different to his father , then pedofilia occurs.(The Catolic church looks for this answer so simple)--This incident make me bisexual with a complicate life and when I get an emotional rejection quickly I am inclined toward homosexuality .That was other more condition to make live on the dark, forward to the thirteen or fourteen years my life involved some cousins of the biological maternal side, named Eduardo Naon Roca this one had ahomosexual relationship with another cousin named Pepe Roca (Family genoicidas), a declared homosexual obviously these two knew my true identity and informants became to my biological mother of my sentimental activities were organized for them. For example, I had ahomosexual named Georgie Gonzales Moreno older than I when both were in bed, opened the doors The scene showing a group straight friends, then made the parody of a trial. This was learned to my biological mother and Gonzales Moreno committed suicide days later. How in my bedroom beside my bed and a closet only had a sewing machine soon learned to make my swimsuit (there was no money to buy one) or make a tent to go camping, this time after I served to assist the executionof theatrical costumes and enter the world of fashion, giving an overview back later that episode. When I've 17 years a brother from my adoptive mother, Juan Carlos Oribe, convinces her to go to live with my married sister at the Salta province,then I became homeless except for a short period of one year living with my stepfather Tomas Serra divorced from Maria Haydee Oribe and married again, which in turn reside in the province of Cordoba, this sent me to live in the house of a gay friend who in turn introduced me to the gay scene there was this one time not nice but I learned about antiques the rudiments office. That was the positive side from my stay in Cordoba. I don't remember why I return to Buenos Aires and where I was recipt to go to sleep, to the Pepe Roca House. At this time this family was on the most completely disintegration process, an alcoholic father, living out in an hotel and only coming one time at day to bring a dish of ravioli for each of those who slept there. The mother alcoholic too, make sporadic visits to the houses leeping outside. Only young people was living on this "Etore Scola" script, run by the named Pepe Roca. But an eviction for non payment arrived and all to the street. He began a long pilgrimage that some how lasted all my life, miserable hotels, white nightsin a train station and a huge will to live, aware I was not allowed the lack of affection and solitude, I got used to live each day as if it were your last. Living on the street I learn all bad things, at that time approached me a homosexual named Jorge Blaquier Casares, from the other rich branch of the Blaquier family with an alfa romeo sprint convertible, and prostitute me, that for ayoung man on the street was an option that facilitated the survival. This state of affairs did not last long because Roca reported this to my biological mother Malena Nelson. Jorge Blaquier Casares quickly fled and died of cancer shortly. After his mother committed suicide by throwing herself from a seventh floor. Today, in retrospect the situation, came to the conclusion, my mother was aware of my miserable condition, but only acted when she was attacked in her pride. I'm started to buy and sell decorative objects, the most of the time my rich friends give me the objects and old books to sell, Obtained on his houses and I sell them to the antique dealers, making an intermediation, touching a 10% comision. Paradoxically this also was repeated throughout my life. A cousin girl from Pepe named Susy started to company me to the art auctions, shortly she start to buy with my advice, at the time , more or less my eyes starting to recognised the accurate period from each piece and my taste became refinated. One day she proposed me open a shop, that was for me the paradise, a solid job on an area whoI like, I start to work immediately searching goods and restoring the new buying. How was not my deception? when she contract a niece and her aunt to work on the shop, put me on the street again. This was a long rosary of deception frustrations during all my life, never but never, I can be the owner of a shop. I was damned to work in the dark, making intermediaries between seller and buyers touching small and erratic comisions. Each day how the last day continue until today. Many times I asked me Why I not became in a bloody mad? Short time after I make a relationship with a Pop underground theater producer girl named Ines Quesada, that was my entry to proper world of art, she proposed me mounted a summer theater in Villa Gessel bringing a hit "Help Valentino" I became very exited, organized a salsa or Cha Cha Cha paying party on a discoteque named "Viva Maria", that was a hit and with the money we rent a salon on football club " Villa Gessel Defenders" and small house for live near, my work consisted to sell the tickets and painted the big sign in vampiric style, making lights and during the day announcing the spectacle how sandwich man on the only street from the place, obviously after the beach. Was the best summer of my life, we make a solid friendly comunity. I’m very popular between my friends thanks to my acid humor. My biological mother send other cousin to vigilated me the second brother of Eduardo Naon Roca, this one heterosexual .Then she was close to my back ,but never gave me love, not money and not advice. finish this season we back to Buenos Aires, Ines Quesada proposed me go to work with her stepfather a Lawyer named Eduardo Squirru and him invited me to live in its small country house in Parque Leloir fifty kilometers out of Bs. As. then I start to live with this family, was a good time, his wife Marilu Dari was a former owner from the better fashion house of Bs. As.(Marilu Bragance) My formal work was be the clerk from Mr.Squirru but we only work together three days a week, the rest of the time I rode a horse. On the mid of this autumm Ines produced a new teather spectacle "Help Sherezade" a second version from "Valentino" but on the oriental fashion, big names from the argentinian Pop Art came to make the scenographie like Edgardo Gimenes, Marilu her mother was the designer from the costume, and me the designer from jewlery, the spectacle was failure. Marilu and me, we obtain the only good critics on the press. After that I inflate my desk and start to make women fashion dress on the metalic Paco Raban style, That became a good money entry, failured actors quickly came to make metalic dress too causing hard fighting with my sponsor "Ines". Then starting to be a Grand Couturier"