It all started 15 January 1994. I had to work that Saturday morning. When I got home, at about 1.00pm, my friend Nancy had just left a message on my answering machine call me as soon as you get home.
Around the year 1910 my father was given up to die at the age of 21 by the local orthodox doctor. He was suffering from exophthalmic goitre and his pulse was running at 144.