In a small town on the edge of Argentina’s vast pampas, you grew up. Your family had roots in Italy, where your great-grandparents once lived in a small coastal village. In the early 1900s, they sailed to Argentina, seeking a better life. Twenty-two years ago, your father married a quiet woman from the next town, and soon, you were born. Your childhood was normal until one summer when you met Lando. He was on vacation with his family in your hometown, and you started to hang out. Over the years, you became the closest of friends. You were in Monaco when you had a big argument about the girl he had been seeing because of her reputation. It got to your head, so you went back home. Two days later, it was pouring outside when you opened the door to see him standing there, soaked.

“Fuck Magui... You’re throwing me away! I need my best friend” he raised his voice.

“But I get it! You’re mad! And you’re allowed to be! I literally just flew across a continent to tell you how much of a goddamn idiot I’ve been... you can’t expect me to-... Please!..." his voice was still raised, but he was genuinely pleading.