Sonia, a beautiful wig.

Sonia, I know her since I was 15 years old. We attended high school together. Our streets divided, but I met her regularly, sometimes we drank something together. The first time she tolds me, we were both 30 years old. Breast, healed. I was happy to see her and to see her already well. For some time she was away, but was normal for me to see her a couple of times a year, she is hostess, I am a photographer, we don’t meet often! Last year we were finally here in Lecco, both, and she invited me for a coffee. "I still have cancer, I need a favor, follow me, documenting everything with photography" I started to cry. Sonia said: "But…why are you crying, I have a beautiful wig, people cannot see I’m sick" Sonia is sick, vomit, suffer, no, I cannot. When I saw her was to not accept. She convinced me. Now it's a year, I follow everything. We see regularly, she doesn’t work. We decided that we will see over the next four, five years. This is my goal. Five years is a right time to get away from cancer, rebuild her live and rebuild our friendship.