In this book, I give voice to her. To speak about the reasons that led her to drugs, about her constant need to flirt with death, as if through this macabre flirtation she could heal her wounds and alleviate the pain she felt. In her tragic life, the sick relationship with her mother played a decisive role, a relationship that unfortunately affected for a long time my own communication with her.
Now that both women no longer live, I was able to see my sister's face more clearly, to illuminate aspects of her personality that repelled me and kept me away from her. I reread the letters and notes we had exchanged over the years, I dug up old photos that were stacked in boxes, I recalled moments from our carefree summers in Spetses, when she was still a cute little girl, and others later, painful, from our brief encounters in Rome.