Victor R. Dāvila

Hi, my name is Victor and I was born in San Ramon de la Nueva Oran (Salta) in Argentina on the 7 febrary of 1985. My mother died when I was just 4, and I've lived in my home with my seven brothers and sisters and my father. We lived in Barrio Patron Costa, near the the aeroparque in a little hause (only one room) made by wooden boards and sheets metal as a roof. We were very poor but, luckly, in 1995 I came to the Hogar in Campo Chico where now I live with my two sisters, Vivi y Nico. There my life became more confortable. I had a real bed where I could sleep alone, a bathroom where wash my self everyday, four meals a day (desayuno, almuerzo, merienda y cena), I could watch TV, and I could go to school. I had lived always in the street so I'd never attended a school before, but as I was very clever (as Faby always says), I have learned very well and now I'm the best kids of my class. In November 1995 Faby became my "padrino" and he began to take care of me. I'd like to grow up just like the other children do. I'd like to have a real family, where I can live. I'd like to stand by, the night and look for the sky, in silence, trying to understand the stars, and to belive that somewhere, some one, still loves me. I like pizza, soft drinks, empanadas, Italian food, strange drawings, Latino-America's music, Rock (I love Europe's "the final countdown"), learning everything, watching TV, and the stories that Fabio tell me at night, before I go to sleep. That's quite good to dream, thinking that some one is by your side, holding your hand til you finally fall asleep. I hate darkness, pain and doctors (I can't understand why they need to give you up if you don't let 'em torture you with a painful, hateful needle!). Above all I want adventure, and everything makes my life real different. I'd like to improve myself in the society, go out from the ordinary rules, give a sense to my life. Finally, be free. I'd like to keep on living. I'd like to stay alive.