The first moments were the strangest and most terrifying ever, as my memory, strangely, still retains the details of my sudden arrival, devoid of any introduction or preamble; a girl carrying me with blood-stained hands, and a strange man pinching my back to make me cry, but everyone in this terrifying place was wearing white, according to what my half-closed eyes saw, and on an old bed a woman was lying motionless, groaning in pain, with a bloody rope coming out of her. I had no idea where the rope ended before the strange man grabbed his sharp scissors and cut it without mercy, causing a lightning bolt of pain that split our bodies - the woman and me - into two, and drew a permanent scar on my stomach that I still carry to this moment.