At three with my cousin

My cousin and me, when we were around three.

I do not have many pictures with her.

Later, after I was five, my parents took no photo of me either.

Probably, so no one can connect me with a name, with a family, with anything that could put me some time later in danger.

Here is the story told at the Manchester townhouse, about, mostly, 24 hours of my life when I was ten, told in that childs point of view.

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