““My father was a stand–up man who, unfortunately, did not have anything to stand up for. An eternal conflict burned in his heart, a conflict with himself and with the rest of the world. A man who could not decide between his love for his mother or his love for his wife, he encrusted himself with a shell of arrogance and unfounded superiority. He took to the open road, and when he finally settled down, none of his problems had gone away; they were all waiting for him to come home—my mother, her parents, and me—all baggage.””
