I was born in Buenos Aires and they call me ia-ia, just as it sounds. The first person to call me that way was Luciano, when we were kids trying to pronounce Valeria. But how did it end up being ia ia? I don’t know. We spent our weekends in Monte Grande, in my grandfather’s estate. I used to build houses made with branches sitting over the trees, where I spent my afternoons, I don’t remember well what I did up there… but I do remember that it was a world reigned by sandwiches of milanesas [TN: meat covered with breadcrumbs, typical food in Argentina] and red knees, always… [more]