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"