Autobiography?

I was born on September 2^nd, 1989 in Cordoba where my parents met when they were studying at the University of Cordoba. They were from Jujuy, but studied there.

We used to live in a room which my parents used to rent. I remember the smell of it; it was a mix between yogurt and hot bread. It was unusual but it was a sweet smell. It has rats running and walking all night long because next to us there was a bakery, where my dad worked in his free time to earn some money while my mother took care of me. It wasn’t a beautiful or a rich place, but it was ours and it didn’t matter if we were poor, because we were happy.

I remember once walking around Cordoba’s streets with mum. I started to sing loudly, “al vento, vento, vento” for a while and my mum was embarrassed and told me to stop singing. I didn’t do what she wanted and I keep on singing, then she hit me in the head and I started to cry. That was one of the moments I remember most because for me it was so funny.

Another moment my parents told me and which is something I don’t remember was that one day I wanted to follow my father, (something I did all the time whilst I was a baby) as he was going out. I was in my tall baby chair and I tried to reach him, but suddenly I fell and there was blood on the floor. My dad didn’t notice at that moment because he was already gone but my mum did and she was scared to death and thought that I was going to die. She took me to the hospital. There doctors sewed my head and left me with a scar that is visible till today. When my dad came home, they argued about who’s fault it was; if it was my mum’s for not watching me or my dad’s for not giving me attention. But, that wasn’t important. I think the important thing at that moment is that I was alive and there wasn’t any worth in discussing an accident that had already happened.

When I was four years old, my parents decided to moved back to Jujuy. The situation had changed because there wasn’t enough money anymore to keep on living in Cordoba. I can’t remeber many things of those times. One memory was that we had to leave many things behind because we couldn’t bring them with us. We didn’t have money to pay for the moving of our things, so that’s why we brought just the necessaries for living in Jujuy.