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ABOUT — extraction
 the father of the father of my father, namely Italo Nesi, my father bears his name |  the father of the father of my father, namely Italo Nesi, a nurse in the army |  the brother of the mother of my mother, namely Ösy Mihály, I did not know anything about him |
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 the husband of the sister of the mother of the father of my mother and his daughter, namely Iharos István and Ms. Iharos |  the daughter and the son of the sister of the mother of the father of my mother, namely Ms. Iharos and Iharos Elemér |  the mother of the father of my mother, namely Gubica Róza |
 on the left, Gubica Gizella and her husband, Iharos István; on the right, Gubica Róza and her husband, Pencz József; in the middle, the parents of the two sisters, Gubica József et Mrs. Gubica |  the father of the father of my mother and the husband of the sister of the mother of the father of my mother, namely Pencz József and Iharos István |  the mother of the father of my father, namely Giulia Casini, manufacturer of handmade straw hats, she died a few months before my birth, I bear her name |
 the mother of the mother of the father of my mother, namely Mrs. Gubica |  the father of my mother, namely Pencz István, I inherited his violence |  the brother of the father of the mother of my father, namely Baltasar Cecchi, a marble sculptor who adopted the mother of my father |
 the father of my mother, namely Pencz István, he committed suicide laying his neck on one of the two rails of a frequented railroad |  the mother of my mother, namely Ösy Mária, her husband knocked at the door years after that the army had officially announced his death to her |  the father of my mother, namely Pencz István, proofreader in a printing company |
 the mother of my mother, namely Ösy Mária, an office worker and also a psychic |  the mother of my mother, namely Ösy Mária, she brought my mother into the world while she was escaping from the bombings over Budapest |  the mother of my father, namely Renata Cecchi, I abandoned her so she died hating me even though she adored me, she's a collateral victim of my relation with her son, this is deeply unfair and makes me sorrowful |
 the mother of my father, namely Renata Cecchi, a successful dressmaker |  the father and mother of my father, namely Vasco Nesi and Renata Cecchi |  the father of my father, namely Vasco Nesi, in charge of the tuning of the sight system of the cannons on Mussolini's battleships, then he became a fervent communist |
 the father of my father, namely Vasco Nesi, his death gave birth to Gyula Noesis |  the father of my father, namely Vasco Nesi, hitting hard on two young strangers |  the brother of my mother, who escaped the Iron Curtain to live in Canada |
 the sister of my mother, namely Pencz Mária, an office worker, then a farmer |  the brother of my mother, executive in the steel industry, innocently living the American way of life |  the sister of my mother, namely Pencz Mária, traumatic for tenderfeet |
 the husband of the sister of my mother, namely Kiss Győző, one of my best friends |  the husband of the sister of my mother, namely Kiss Győző, a chemist, then a farmer, coming from a rich family of the Hungarian nobility stripped of his pharmaceutical factory and everything they had by the communist regime |  my father, namely Italo Nesi, embodying everything that I don't want to be |
 my father, namely Italo Nesi, a topography teacher |  that's me with my father, namely Italo Nesi |  my mother, who speaks Hungarian, Italian, French, English, German, Spanish, Turkish, Romanian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Armenian and Russian |
 my mother |  that's me, between Spider-Man and my mother |  that's me with my mother, walking in the Dolomites as usual from dawn to dusk |
 that's me with my mother before I will be pretending to be dead, one of my favorite games at that time |  my mother, who asks me why she's still alive |  that's me, calm before the storm |
 that's me, on the right, with orthopedic shoes, surrounded by kids that I don't know at all, my mother called them out to ask them to play with me |  that's me, hateful towards you |  that's me, held by a teacher, always been the favorite pupil of my class |
 I grew up convinced that this painting was a portrait of me |  the twin daughters of the brother of my mother |  the son of the brother of my mother |
 the second daughter of the sister of my mother, teacher in a nursery school |  the second daughter of the sister of my mother, a decent woman married to a decent man |  the first daughter of the sister of my mother, a diving athlete repeatedly rewarded |
 the first son of the second daughter of the sister of my mother |  the son of the first daughter of the sister of my mother |  the second son of the second daughter of the sister of my mother |
 the first son of the second daughter of the sister of my mother, a mathematician graduated from this renowned university |  the daughter of the first daughter of the sister of my mother |  that's me, ten years old, climbing to the top of Monte Civetta |
 that's me, ready to go to collectively study the Bible in the nearest kingdom hall |  that's me, a monster since ever |  that's me, becoming a Jehovah's Witness |
 that's me, irreverent since ever, and yet religious |  that's me, for the first time on a stage, as a silent undecorative flower |  that's me, working as a night watchman, reading decisive books |
 the guy who enabled me to dance |  Sigismondo, who symbolically supported my expedition in Siberia |  the second husband of my mother, an inhibiting psychological terrorist |
 the "last minute" second wife of my father, a cleaning lady who grabbed more than two thirds of my inheritance, a fortune gathered exclusively by my grandfather Vasco, a man she never even met |  that's me, working my nuts off under the orders of barely literate Kurdish workers to self-finance my art |  my father's fiancée, working as a chef for the Prince of Naples, pretender to the throne of Italy, after my father broke up with her |
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