Vida secreta, La

«I was seven years old. My older brother was eleven and my younger brother was five. We lived in Moscow, in a remote neighbourhood on the outskirts of the city, near a zoo. My family's flat was quite small, I think; I remember the dining room in particular, with two windows that looked out onto a courtyard where some trees grew and surrounded by some huts or barracks that were used to store all kinds of tools.» This is how Gala Dalí writes at the beginning of The Secret Life, a text that mo...