(F.P.): Yes.
(G.V.): What year was that?
(F.P.): 1981.
(G.V.): Were you still in medical school?
(F.P.): Yes.
(G.V.): Did you need money in order to finish your studies? (F.P.): No, I could have managed without more money, but my adopted mother did provide additional financing, and that made it easier for me to study. My adoptive mother is a single woman without children of her own. She wanted to leave me her house when she died.
(G.V.): Was that a very traumatic experience for you?
(F.P.): It was really a very decisive experience because I realized then that I was very much a person bound by convention.
(G.V.): What do you mean by that?
(F.P.): I effectively lost my family name, and because of that, I didn’t feel that I belonged in my family anymore, although I still had very good relationships with my relatives.
(G.V.): Did you cry?
(F.P.): Yes, a lot, but always on my own, so at first no one noticed that I was suffering because of this decision.
(G.V.): Didn’t you talk to your sister?
(F.P.): I talked less to my sister because I preferred talking to my mother. But of course, my mother was quite upset by my father’s death and had a lot on her mind.
(G.V.): What were you doing in 1988?
(F.P.): I was working in a hospital.
(G.V.): Was there any turmoil in your life during that time?(F.P.): It wasn’t really a violent turmoil, it was more sort of a progressive, creeping unrest that lasted awhile.
(G.V.): What was the reason for this unrest?
(F.P.): For a long time I could not admit the real reason for my sadness, which was that my boyfriend was very remote. I suffered over that for a long time.
(G.V.): Why did you separate?