I have never liked the idea of a hospital, and even less the fact that I have to go into an operating room or that someone I love is forced to go into one. When I was young, my brother Alberto had an accident in which, among other things, he broke his leg in three places, and they had to take him to the operating room to operate on him. When I found out about it, my legs started shaking and I fainted, they had to sit me down and they brought me back to my senses with alcohol. In short, I have a phobia of surgery windows.