My father already told you, my mother died the year after we came to Spain. It was the saddest and most difficult time of my life. When we came in 1991, you know, it was a new country for us, with new things to learn and all that, but we had each other and that made it easier. Just when we were all starting to get used to our new home... she died. It was then that I really realised the power of friendship. Maybe other people would find strength in religion or in their family. My father and I supported each other, but I couldn't have got through without the help and support of my friends... They were always there for me when I needed them...