Dear Valentino, I remember that Winter. The icy wind blew through my leather jacket, my New Wave haircut was squashed under a black beret. The peanut butter on my sandwiches hard and tasteless, in the windy school yard. And I remember the green eyes that enchanted me, in the early days of January. His lovers kiss on a hard bench in the middle of the city. The intimacy of my warm attic room. The smell of fresh croissants my mother brought us. [...]