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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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