Mateo, he was the gift of God, complained that his good looks and recognition meant that he couldn’t live the life he wanted. He wanted to be ordinary again. I recognised that dark mood and told him that at that moment he looked nothing special. He asked me what I meant. I said that his hair was a mess, that he needed to shave, and should take a shower. Stay like that and come with me to the supermercado and not one person will look twice. Mateo said it was the nicest thing anybody had ever said to him.