few years ago my mother, to lose weight, she went to a doctor. He was an African big man, my dad called him deny it, my mom said it was nice and every time he went to the prescribing of tablets that came from Switzerland and a diet that was not a diet, because you could eat a lot, although there were some things that were just prohibited. For example, the pasta and bread and rice and fruit, except strawberries, and sweet except for the panna cotta, that kind of stuff you could not eat. In those months, my mom has lost almost twenty pounds, but the hair fell out in clumps. They were everywhere. On the pillows. On the ground. In sinks. The plates. Then my dad got sick and my mom stopped going to the doctor and soon came back as it was before: fat. The doctor we saw the last time the Maurizio Costanzo Show because it had broken some sort of case and it seemed that his wife, but he knew it, we put in the tablets of amphetamines, and there was a problem with one of his patients who had had a stroke.
