It was 1983 and it was the middle of summer in Italy. You had heard of a new temporary assistant for your father. His name was Oliver. You were sitting on the porch and smoking a cigarette, suddenly a car pulled up and your father came out. Someone else came out of the car, it was Oliver. You stood and he walked over to you. His tall frame dominated your height. He stretched out his arm and waited for you to shake his hand.

“I’m Oliver. You must be Mr.Perlman’s kid?”