He was a demanding leader, he still is. I do not doubt that, because of his position, he has to be. But I was ten years old, and Mika only six. My brother must have suffered it more, and yet...
Mika took part in nothing if my father did not tell him to, he kissed the ground where he walked. They did not finish each other’s sentences because that would already have been ridiculous, but I know they thought in a very similar way. I could not help feeling displaced. Nor do I know what I was expecting, I had renounced them. Why did I feel so uncomfortable in their presence, or watching them, interacting with them? Mama was a constant that kept me sane, but Mika and Papa were a whole different world, a world that felt impenetrable to me. The bond between those two was very strong. Maybe Mika ha
