…but she had a son with him… Ciprian… I never met him… They divorced — my aunt represented herself again, she won, but she left her son with his father, realizing he would be better off with him…...

…he kept my aunt locked in the apartment… My grandfather had to intervene to liberate her… At the divorce, she said she didn’t need a lawyer — she had learned the legal code by heart and represented...

… nicknamed Didi and Cici… because nobody wanted to use their real names, understandably…not even my grandparents…they were wild, perpetually explosive, of impertinent beauty, surrounded by...