Since the media storm about your parentage broke out, everything seemed to be going downhill. Every day, a new rumor emerged: first, that you were the son of Cerati and Charly; then, that Fito Páez had entered the equation along with Spinetta; and lastly, Andrés Calamaro claiming you as his supposed legitimate son. You were on the verge of paranoia. How much of this was true? Was there something your parents hadn’t told you?

That same night, you entered the family home with your heart in your throat. The living room was filled with records, guitars, and half-full ashtrays.

"What's happening ?" Spinetta asked without looking up.