I would recount everything that happened in 1992, but that was a tragic year for my family, the year that my youngest brother, Paul, was killed.
I've written at length about that period of time in the book "The Taxi Driver's Son" so I don't want to repeat it here. It was such a bad year that I wrote very little in my diary, perhaps there was no real need to do so, everything is still quite clear about that time almost a quarter of a century later.
It is interesting to have a moment in your life when everything is about one thing, but in reality, many different things are on the go and many of those things were of great importance, yet they all must pale in comparison to the one big event that consumed everything.
In the next few entries though, I will recount the other events, because they too deserve to be told.
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