Finally, when she was eight months old and with her father’s consent (I guess he got tired of having to defend himself), I went to a pharmacy in Seville and asked for my daughter’s ears to be pierced. They didn’t bat an eye. On the contrary, they all exclaimed how beautiful she’d look with them. In solidarity and with mixed feelings, I asked to get an extra piercing myself. Truth be told, it didn’t hurt me, and I suppose it didn’t hurt her, because she didn’t cry. It was all over with very quickly, and that was that…
