My editor arranged two radio interviews for me this week. I really hate giving interviews, except for newspapers and magazines. I hate my voice, everybody thinks I am a foreigner. On saturday evening I went to Horacio's place and discussed what to say, what to show, as he is launching a book too next month. I think I am just going to surf that wave and improvise. I don't know what the reporter will ask me. I only know I don't want to be a clown, like those writers who expose their personal lives and become media artists, scandalizing to sell.

Just one personal life detail. I feel devastated. I had to fight my mother back on saturday. I accidentally lef the door closed on friday night so she and my brothers had to spend three hours waiting outside (I have a really heavy slumber). On the afternoon, she started arguing with me. I'm sure she thought I did it on purpose. Started giving me orders and insulting me like I was a child. I refused. So she tried to beat me. Holding her arms, she still tried to kick me. I almost had to punch her. Then I tried the last thing I could. I started screaming at her, pushing her with my chest, yelling "Beat me, you stupid bitch, now beat me if you want to". She is not strong enough to hurt me, not even to make me feel pain, but that situation put me in such a stress that I still don't want to do anything. Then she menaced to get me out of the house. I told her she first had to check with a lawyer. Then she remembered me that she made me sign an agreement resigning my heritage rights three years ago. So now I am about to fall from an eight stories height. This is not new. Almost the same situation has been happening since my father died. I don't know what to do but, what the hell, I'm going to ride this wave. The worst that can happen to me is death.

Just that, I wanted to get it out of my system. Like if you were my free therapists.