The day i almost died...

That early morning , my pathologist Mum needed some of my blood, after weeks of postponing,resisting and wise reasoning throwing all kinds from logical to illogical excuses just to get off the traumatizing idea of having my skin pierced with very very sharp objects finally had me surrendering for it was my last week already before returning to Italy 2 years ago..here u see Dad recording it all not to prove how age can still bring out the cowardness in me but evidently demonstrating that his second son(me) is really and still 'un-doubt-ly' terrified of needles..