When my father left, it was my brother's magical hands that moved me behind the lit curtain. I was the first to go on stage, with enthusiasm and liveliness. Don't think that I didn't have struggles and problems, unemployed and hungry like so many others who strive for daily survival. I saw injustice around me and heavy hearts, and I tried not to lose optimism and love for life. With the art that my brother instilled in me, I managed to find words that provided comfort and hope, so that people could smile and believe in better days.