Old photo with your father's family. Dark blue Sorbonne sweatshirt, light blue ghetto cap, long black hair. You're smiling, but you can see the guardedness in your eyes. Your father is smiling broadly, it even looks spontaneous, but his eyes are frightening, they have the pitiless predatory look of rage. You have no memory of the event at all.
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