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Look, I'm 79 years old.

Do you know the only thing I can do? Sell.

What? You tell me.

Give me something to sell and I'll sell it. No problem.

What's this?

Sell me this pen.

Well, this is a very beautiful case.

You might think, "What are you selling me?"

"Are you selling me a pen or selling me magic?"

I'm selling you a pen

because this pen has

the magic power to make those who see your signature

written with this very pen

do whatever you wish.

Buy it. You won't regret it.

You could tell that she was not like everyone else.

Wanna Marchi was really fake. A liar.

Hello!

At first, she was nice,

but then people noticed that something was off.

I was, I am

and I will always be Wanna Marchi's daughter.

Because she's a genius.

It's war!

Ladies and gentlemen, Wanna Marchi!

Ms. Wanna Marchi.

Wanna Marchi.

Okay?

Wanna Marchi...

She was the queen of weight-loss diets.

Hey, fat-ass. Hey, lard-ass.

-War on fat! -War on fat!

Ugly body hair, mustaches, leg hair, pubic hair!

We'd make 12, 15 billion liras a month.

It was a lot. Really a lot.

I'm Wanna Marchi. Who are you? I don't know you!

LUCKY NUMBERS GIVEN AWAY FOR FREE

She was convinced that she'd gotten so good

that she could even sell luck.

GOOD LUCK

So, nothing.

Okè Arò!

Do you believe in jinxes? You don't?

Unfortunately, that's where the scam began.

You deserve all the evil in the world.

So? Let's move on.

They took all my savings.

Pay up!

There was no way out. You paid up to the last lira.

I don't give a damn!

I wanted to physically make her suffer.

She never imagined that someone smarter than her

could be on the other side.

I wondered who Wanna Marchi really was.

I'm not afraid of jail anymore.

You can show whatever you want, I don't care.

Wanna Marchi!

If they already had so much,

why did they start scamming people?

In order to understand this story,

we have to understand Italy in the early '80s.

At the start of the 1980s, every town had their privately-owned TV channel.

The schedule was organized into very distinct time slots.

Twenty-three. "Yes, no, why."

The answer is correct! Well done!

After the initial excitement,

the pioneers soon realized that they were facing a big problem.

I shall win...

They needed money.

These are not just any leather armchairs!

This tool will last forever.

398,000 liras.

So what happened?

Lots of small TV channels turned into shops. TV shopping was born.

Starting at one million liras!

TV salespeople were born.

A selection of "Vecchia Filanda" furniture.

People like Joe Denti.

Dear Franco, I am at your disposal.

Walter Carbone.

First of all, hello. How are you?

Roberto da Crema.

Are you all right?

Giorgio Mendella.

Those nice ads where he's laughing alongside two fully grown leopards.

No, no. Take it away.

I didn't know anything about TV, or what kind of medium it was.

I started shouting like I was in a shopping mall.

"Ma'am!"

A chronograph! A complex, super-fancy watch!

Listen... 18 sales in 20 minutes!

"What is happening? Did I just earn 5 million liras in 1984?"

"What is happening?"

Come here right now.

To be clear, I had been working as an errand boy.

A boy that goes from earning 60,000 liras a month

to two million a day, you get a little crazy.

-Wow! You're lively! -Friends from all of Italy!

A big kiss! See you next time!

Dreams partly came true.

The "La Scala" of TV shopping, the big training field for TV shopping

was Rete A, owned by the Peruzzo group.

Rete A. A network that grows with its audience.

Here, the schedule was mostly in the hands

of the great TV shopping masters.

When I started working for Rete A,

there was this sales board

with the salespeople who sold the most.

SALES

There was an undisputed queen among TV salespeople.

First, Wanna. Then Carbone. Then Guido Angeli.

They just stopped wiping them off.

She was determined. She had the right level of nastiness.

Even before going on air, she'd already had 200, 300 orders.

She wanted to become the absolute number one.

How many times have you heard a swindler, a charlatan say,

"Buy this and your loved one will fall for you. Buy this and you'll lose weight"?

Tonight, we're talking about Wanna Marchi.

Some describe you as a brilliant swindler, a charlatan.

-Are you offended by that? -Absolutely not.

It's a wonderful compliment.

Let's hope that you still think that after our lie detector test.

I always say, "I'm from the streets."

I come from the sidewalk, but I'm not a prostitute, mind you.

I'm the typical person who has come from nothing.

Do you know what nothing means? I had less than nothing.

I don't know if you've been honest or if you've lied,

but it's time for the test. Please.

-Honest or liar when? -Now.

We're all liars, ladies and gentlemen. It just depends how.

-Let's check the test. -Thanks.

You know, when I started,

I signed 21 ounces of promissory notes.

Do you know how much that is? 21 ounces of promissory notes?

Try and weigh it.

Are you Wanna Marchi?

-Hello? -Here I am!

Wanna Marchi!

The court will decide, anyway.

If someone feels scammed...

What hurts me most is being accused of it.

I grew up in a family of farmers

with my parents, my younger brother, my paternal grandmother.

I'm the daughter of farmers, and I'm very proud of that.

We were a poor family.

Very reserved, very...

Very large too. There were 13 of us in the house.

The day I got married, it was raining.

His family were against it.

They thought we were... I was a farmer's daughter, right?

I was 18.

My aunt whispered in my ear,

"Rain on a wedding day brings good luck to a bride."

That made me feel better.

But as we came out of the church,

my mother-in-law said to me, "You're so ugly."

"My son deserved someone better."

And that sentence affected my life quite a lot.

My husband was called Raimondo Nobile.

He was a sales representative for Oro Pilla,

a liquor brand.

He'd leave on a Monday

and come back on Saturday.

He certainly loved his children very much. That's for sure.

But he was never a dad to them.

You'd like to know about my husband's affairs.

My God, I could tell you... Well, there's... so many.

Excuse me.

He's still haunting me even though he's dead.

He still haunts me even though he's dead. Damn him!

I'm not well.

I'm sweating like a pig.

-But this... -I'm not hot, no.

No, let's carry on, no problem.

He can't win, even as a dead man. For fuck's sake.

We have here with us

someone who knows Wanna Marchi better than any of us.

Let's welcome Raimondo Nobile.

-Welcome, Raimondo. -Good morning.

Thanks for coming.

Wanna Marchi was very fake.

A liar.

I don't think there are many women who lie as much as Wanna Marchi.

She's always told lies, since... since the start.

I had started some research on the Marchi women.

INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST

So I thought, "Let's find the man

who might have the key, the narrative thread to this story."

That was Raimondo Nobile,

Wanna Marchi's first husband.

I married Wanna Marchi because I loved her.

So I looked him up.

I met this very nice, very brash man.

He told me about his conquests with beautiful women

he met at work or on the streets.

But always saying, "It's okay to cheat but not to destroy your family."

My husband never brought money home. Never.

Maybe he didn't earn much, or maybe he spent it on other women.

Maybe... Well, really, I know he did.

So I wanted to prove that I could make it on my own.

That I could become someone.

But I wanted to become someone mainly to feed my children.

Maybe you don't know

that I also worked as a cosmetician for corpses at the mortuary of Bologna.

One day, there was a young girl who had died in an accident.

Her mother came up to me and said, "Look what a mess she is."

She was all, you know, covered in cuts and bruises.

"Do her makeup as best you can."

I put all the love I could into her makeup.

Clearly, her Mom was very happy with my work.

She slid an envelope into my apron.

1,5 million liras.

I was shocked.

I kept counting the money.

I counted and counted and counted... 1,5 million.

That changed my life.

I bought a brand-new Fiat 500

for 550,000 liras.

It was brand-new, bright blue, and beautiful.

I would drop by different hair salons and ask,

"Can I come here and do makeup for some of your clients?"

"Do manicures? Things like that..."

I was earning good money, honestly.

She started her career as a beautician,

so she was like

her clients' confidant.

WANNA MARCHI'S FORMER EMPLOYEE

When you go to the beautician, you relax.

You unwind. You might say things

that you might not even tell your best friend.

You're like a confessor.

You soak up,

you listen, you learn.

You basically learn everything.

It's not that difficult.

I first met Wanna Marchi

when I was working in a perfume shop in the center of Bologna.

She noticed me and she immediately asked me

to go and work with her in Ozzano dell'Emilia.

Wanna opened a perfume shop next to my office.

She opened a perfume shop with a small beauty corner.

WANNA MARCHI'S CUSTOMER

I used to shop there for perfume.

Of course, legend has it that it was a garage,

partly a herbalist shop, partly a "Wannashop," I would call it

because, at the end of the day, Wanna Marchi was selling herself.

The first shop that she opened next to my office

was a modest shop.

The beauty corner was 16 square feet.

She was already starting to think bigger.

She started doing radio ads

and started earning money for the first time.

Remember, the Wanna Marchi company is here for you every day.

And over six months, she made enough money

to buy all the rest.

Then, since I was making good money,

I decided to open a real shop.

If I see someone with dandruff,

I stop them in the street and say, "Listen, come to my shop

and I'll gift you some shampoo.

Please get rid of the dandruff!"

Ozzano wasn't ready for a character like Wanna.

"You have zits. You have fat. You have to do this."

And so when someone walked into her shop, they'd feel embarrassed.

Someone with dandruff on their shoulders...

It really is ridiculous!

My dream was to have a strong, stable company

a company that would be advertised on TV,

that the world knew about.

What happens then? Wanna Marchi's fate is clear.

She didn't know that she had this amazing talent for television.

he didn't know she had it.

Then, at some point, destiny knocked on her door.

On that day, I was giving a lady a massage.

This kid came in

and said to me, "I sell ads."

"What radio station do you work for?"

"No", he said, "I sell slots for a TV show

called Gran Bazar."

Come see what we have in Gran Bazar.

We're selling this on Gran Bazar for 395,000 liras.

This is a perfect exercise bike.

I remember Gran Bazar was airing on Telecentro.

FORMER TV SHOPPING PRESENTER AND COMIC

It was a program that brought all the TV salespeople together

who until then, had only had their own shows

on smaller networks.

Good evening. So, here they are.

Pay attention, because this stuff is irresistible.

It was a TV studio with one host

who introduced the guests presenting their products one at a time.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have news.

Gran Bazar is ready to start again, with the old and the new.

Okay, rolling...

He says, "Come to the studio at such and such hour..."

He gives me the address.

So I get dressed up because I'm going on TV.

I present the slimming cream.

As I was saying,

beauty products not just for women, but for men as well.

I present it and... I don't sell anything.

Nothing at all. Zero.

My goodness.

I get out of there and everyone has sold loads.

And I sold nothing.

The second time, I go...

I sell a bit more, but not much.

The third time...

I don't take any products with me. I take nothing.

The presenter gives me the microphone and asks, "Where are the products?"

I would like to say a lot of things.

You'll understand.

"I've come to apologize to you first..."

I'm getting emotional.

"And...

to the audience...

for the inconvenience, but I'm not coming anymore."

And I started crying.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm very emotional right now.

And he says to me,

"What do you mean you're not coming anymore? Are you joking?"

"No, I'm not joking."

"I can't come anymore...

because I don't have any money, and I have to feed my kids."

And there...

I had three minutes to talk on television. Three minutes.

I would like to say so many things.

But my time won't allow it, nor will my emotions.

People came from downstairs, the switchboard operators were downstairs,

and they told me, "Carry on!"

Ladies and gentlemen, I got more than 2,200 calls

from people wanting to buy.

What?

They wanted to buy a product,

a slimming product, an anti-wrinkle one, anything.

She started selling, selling...

and the phenomenon of Wanna Marchi TV saleswoman began.

Hi, I'm Wanna Marchi.

Hello. Hello, everyone. Good evening.

Lose weight. Lose weight eating whatever you want.

Okay?

We're now talking about the famous white algae from Brittany.

Cash on delivery, only 300,000 liras.

The slimming algae became Wanna Marchi's lucky charm.

Over one, two, three months, Vanna Marchi became Wanna Marchi with a W.

-Okay? -Boom!

Shall we lose weight?

300,000!

She took off like a rocket.

Okay?

She could have sold ice to the Eskimos.

If your inner arms are like this,

it's best to cover them up.

Okay?

Those scenes were shocking.

While other TV salespeople were like,

"Trust me, you will like this product,"

she'd say, "You're disgusting!"

Acne is really horrible.

"How can you walk around like that? Fat and ugly?"

Hairy women, my goodness, I can't stand them.

"You need to do something to get better. You're horrible like this!"

Unbelievable. But that's how she got through to people.

Clearly, you were left... dumbstruck.

The inside of your arms and legs will no longer do this. Okay?

Is there a fat, obese, misshapen, ruined

man or woman saying, "Ms. Marchi, you're wrong.

I'm very happy." Is there?

Almost all women, when they get married,

throw in the towel.

They say, "Whatever, I already have a husband."

A few months ago, a gentleman called us

during a live show.

Many of you will remember it.

And he said,

"Ms. Marchi, I married a lovely, beautiful woman.

A few years later, I'm left

with a shapeless trunk."

That was crazy, ladies and gentlemen.

Finding a husband is easy-peasy. I mean, look...

There's nothing simpler than finding a husband.

But it's even easier to lose him.

It is what it is.

When a husband wakes up in the morning

and sees this woman, who weighed 110 pounds when he married her

and a few years later weighs 330 pounds, fuck's sake!

He says, "Well, who is this?"

"An elephant, a woman, a mummy? Who is this?"

And then what? You're left with a trunk at home? No!

Get rid of the trunk, okay?

Wanna Marchi was sharp.

She'd push you, almost offend you to be the best.

I shouted at them, I shook them

to get them to understand

that no man in the world,

no one likes an elephant in bed.

Okay? That's how it is.

She was nice at first,

but then people realized that something was off.

Back then, our family was still very solid.

Mr. Raimondo is convinced of something peculiar.

He says, "It was television that changed my wife.

It completely transformed her."

It was the cameras, yes.

Because, while her children were still young,

Wanna Marchi was a good mother and a good wife.

My relationship with Raimondo Nobile

was ruined from when I was born, okay?

But it's undeniable that my husband wanted to earn

more than his wife.

He never managed it.

He says, "We suddenly went from no success to success."

"So, I was living for my wife..."

It was obviously a rollercoaster. With Wanna Marchi, everything is.

I'm always running here and there

to constantly offer my clientele new products.

I started going everywhere, on various TV channels.

After the famous blue Fiat 500, I bought a Mercedes.

And I stuck with the Mercedes.

Stefania started coming with me

everywhere.

What's the cost of being Wanna Marchi's daughter?

It's very high!

Not in money because Wanna Marchi takes care of herself,

but it costs a lot because it's hard to get past the fact

that I'm Wanna Marchi's daughter.

Stefania, you can see her on screen now, is a beautiful girl.

And I must say that she is better than many people I know.

Stefania, can you come for a minute?

-Take the microphone. -Yes.

It's also my daughter Stefania's birthday.

So, ladies and gentlemen, let's...

I started in TV sales very young. I was 15.

Hi, I'm Stefania.

Lots of you already know me

because we had a chance to meet,

and many of you have already bought lots of my things.

Thank you so much.

WANNA MARCHI'S DAUGHTER

I sold different products.

I sold things that only I sold and she sold things that only she sold.

I was the cellulite sorceress.

If you want to be ready for summer

and take your clothes off to show a body with no cellulite,

you have to spend now, and now means straightaway,

180,000 liras.

She always told me, "When you decide

that it's the right time to sell, you strike.

From then, when you have their attention, the phones will ring off the hook."

-Hello? Hi, Monica, how can I help? -The situation here is out of control.

All the phones are ringing.

-Like crazy? -Exactly.

Yes, that's definitely me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm coming! Please forgive me.

I'm a little late this morning.

I'm a little embarrassed.

I promised you to introduce my phone operators,

and here I am. I'm coming!

She was one of the first people who decided

to have the phone operators in Ozzano dell'Emilia. They worked quickly,

taking all the orders, and the next morning sending out the products.

I can see Como, Pordenone, Palermo...

I wanted my own phone centers. Why?

Rome, Naples, Milan. Caserta, Turin.

We wanted to see who was calling and where they were calling from.

Name, surname and phone number, that's it.

We taught our phone operators

to keep the buyers' interest.

So, I sell you a slimming product today,

but every three days you call me and tell me your weight,

you tell me how you feel and what you've eaten.

So, you keep calling, and I keep you close to me.

Today, I sell you this...

But then I sell you something else.

Think about a housewife at home alone.

She sees herself in the mirror looking a bit chubby.

At that moment, she's psychologically vulnerable.

People clung to that thing.

They bought her product though they knew they weren't losing weight.

Algae...

Wanna Marchi and her daughter...

There's another side to the coin

because that led them to overdo things

until they'd gone too far.

Wanna Marchi and Stefania Nobile said to push things,

to ask about personal and psychological things.

Yes, exactly. It was mainly them.

It's fair to say that I've often talked with phone operators

in the sense that if you have to teach them

how to get someone to spend 200,000 liras instead of 100,000

by combining multiple products, one for firming and one for losing weight,

then yes, I did.

I've always worked with cosmetics, for all my life.

I know everything about cosmetics. Everything.

"Do you make the products?"

I wish! But no.

At the start of the 1980s, I was looking

for a personal business venture, let's say.

CHEMIST AND ENTREPRENEUR

One day, I came across

this TV personality who was offering products

for skincare and weight loss.

So, I thought, "I should try to get in touch with her."

And I made a trip to Bologna.

He came to my shop with two other men.

I won't say I pitied them, because it's not very nice.

But they looked very plain, very...

And I thought, "Hmph."

I was somehow intimidated by Wanna Marchi,

by her strong personality, if you like.

They created an anti-wrinkle product for me.

They brought it to me, and the product was good.

Black algae face mask.

When it starts working, it opens up all your pores.

It has a purifying effect

and will give you an exceptional, glowing result.

My mom's skill was selling.

Mine was identifying the right product to sell

and the names of the products.

One day, we were on the highway,

my daughter and I.

We stopped at a gas station for a cup of coffee.

I was lost in my thoughts.

My daughter said, "What's up? Do you not feel well?"

I said, "I'm thinking,

because I want to offer something different,

because, my goodness,

yes, we sell a lot, but..."

And she said, "Have you had a look around?"

"What do you mean?"

The barista had a big belly,

three customers had big bellies,

the cashier too.

Everywhere I turned, there was someone with a big belly.

I said to my mom, "Easy, we'll sell the Belly Melter."

She said, "How? Where is it?"

"It doesn't exist, but we'll sell it and someone will make it."

Do you want to lose weight?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Do you want to get rid of your belly?

What are you waiting for?

I started talking about a non-existent product.

The Belly Melter!

At some point...

they said to me, "The phone lines went crazy."

Your belly melts away.

It really just disappears.

Okay?

As soon as the live show ended,

they handed me a pack of orders for the Belly Melter.

It was 2:15 a.m.

They called me from Wanna Marchi's car phone.

I said, "What are you doing? Are you asleep?"

"Has something happened?" he asked.

"Yes, something has happened."

"I sold the Belly Melter. Get up!

And start making it!"

He asked, "What is it?" I said, "You figure that out!"

"You need to make a product to melt Italians' bellies.

Understood?"

I said, "Okay.

Aside from the name Belly Melter,

you call it what you want, I'll make you a belly-melting product,

whatever you want, but I'll make it in my way."

It was called "Slimming Cream."

She insisted that I change its name

to "Belly Melter."

I said, "Over my dead body."

In just 20 days,

your belly will be reduced

by four inches!

You can measure it!

It's a chunk of fat this big.

Where's the scam? You tell me.

Why do you think we sold it for 20 years? Twenty years!

Belly Melter to Rome? Rome. Very good, ladies and gentlemen.

Every single Italian citizen

has bought the Belly Melter by Wanna Marchi.

It's obvious that it works, right?

LIE DETECTOR

This is Ms. Wanna Marchi's house.

Our lives completely changed.

We moved from an apartment to a villa,

a villa with a pool.

They became a rich family.

What does "rich family" mean?

Well, it means, for example,

they had an apartment in Milano Marittima in a skyscraper.

On the 16th floor, if I remember correctly.

Think of Dallas in a Bolognese sauce.

The world of Wanna Marchi, thanks to the TV shopping shows...

Sometimes we would make five billion liras in a month.

My mom used to give me a lot of it.

She gave a lot of it to me.

Clothes, lots of them. Jewelry...

I spent a lot of it on watches. I loved watches.

I spent maybe two, three billion liras on watches.

I went around half-naked because I could.

I was also very bitchy.

I can see that now. I was someone...

I had been badly affected by money.

Really badly.

I'm sure that the relationship between mummy Marchi and daughter Marchi

conditioned her daughter.

Wanna Marchi was a woman who wanted to be famous.

I'm sending you a hug, Ms. Wanna Marchi.

Please, stay for a moment. Ms. Rosaria. Please, don't go.

I'll call you personally and I'll come and visit you. May I?

She went to Cinecittà.

She went to Rome all dressed up.

She was invited on several TV shows.

When my mom started being invited everywhere,

she only accepted a few.

At the time, she was really invited everywhere.

You came in with so much energy. Have you lost a lot of weight?

-Forty-four pounds. -Forty-four pounds?

Yes.

Is this thanks to your effective...

-It's Wanna Marchi's algae. -Oh, the algae.

You're already advertising it. It's the algae.

I was invited by everyone.

Wanna Marchi, distributor of youth and beauty elixirs.

Wanna Marchi has become famous on a national level...

An apostle of fat loss and beauty in general,

made popular by a private TV channel,

we have here Ms. Wanna Marchi.

It was normal for me. I mean,

I didn't think much of myself.

-You have a record out. -Yes.

The title is "Okay," of course.

Who could say no?

So, let's have fun. Okay?

Okay!

Okay?

Okay!

Can I have a coffee?

A nice lady approached me

and suggested I do a song.

In life, you can do what you want

When you want it Okay?

I made it up on the spot. Just like that.

I jotted down some lyrics. I sang it...

And off I went. That's it.

What? The planes aren't taking off?

They have to take off! Okay?

Okay!

First of all, in my life, I only do what I want and what I like doing,

otherwise I won't do it at all.

I want to be in your life!

-You're known for your "Okay," aren't you? -I am, yes.

But this okay...

It's not clear what we're okay with.

You need to agree with me on what I say.

Yes, it's a concept

that doesn't have the greatest precedents here in Italy.

That won't happen to me.

Wanna Marchi would always say,

"Nothing can happen to me, because I'm Wanna Marchi."

The family should have reaped

all the benefits of that success,

but instead, it broke down.

You...

You used to smoke a thousand cigarettes!

While I made money with algae.

The relationship with her husband wasn't a real relationship.

They both lived their own lives.

When I got there, there was no relationship to speak of.

You were small,

so small...

God, you were so small! Like this!

Why did you give Wanna Marchi all this power?

You pointed the gun at me...

I gave it to her before she went crazy.

Shoot!

At one point, Raimondo Nobile started saying,

"I created her success.

Now Wanna has changed.

She's getting out of hand and putting me aside."

Shoot!

My father became...

You know the movie Sleeping with the Enemy?

Because he hated my mother so much,

he wanted to destroy me too

because I always took my mother's side.

Then came the beatings.

In my life I've been hit many times. Many times.

He then told me, with great embarrassment,

but also great...

How can I say it with a lot of honesty?

He said, "One day, I grabbed her.

She was screaming and she wasn't listening to me.

I was out of my mind.

I put my hands around her neck and squeezed.

I was out of my mind."

At some point, while she was dying,

she managed to scream, "I'm dying!"

He said, "I saw her turning purple, she was dying,

and I realized I was doing a terrible thing.

I loosened my grip and she started breathing again."

I would really like...

I'm saying this sincerely,

out of respect for my children,

I want to respect him because he's dead.

The less I talk about him, the better.

Also, because I could get distressed,

thinking about that man...

And I'd rather not.

In all of our lives, family is the most important thing.

Nothing else.

Family.

There came a time when both of them crossed the line

and I said,

"Since you can't make up your minds,

I'll go home and throw all my dad's belongings into the street

and you can separate."

I went home, I got all my dad's stuff

and I wrote a "goodbye" sign, I remember.

And that was it.

I was tired of seeing my mom beaten to death.

I was tired of seeing my mom, who was supporting all of us,

having to endure that, and so...

I decided to kick my dad out.

Stefania...

I was very saddened to hear what you said about your father.

Why?

Well, for me, a father has a very important role.

This deep hatred,

such a strong hatred and expressed in those terms...

I wish you didn't feel it.

Sorry if I sound too...

I wish I didn't have it too.

From then, my dad was gone.

My mother and I, for the umpteenth time in our lives,

it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last,

found ourselves alone.

Regrettably, I decided to change my life because...

I had a car accident.

This accident made me think.

I made the decision to stop,

start a family, and create other things.

When I then saw what happened after...

I wondered, had I been there, maybe...

I could've done something, stopped something.

I think they were overwhelmed by situations that were bigger than them.

Then what happened?

They became the target of organized crime.

At 2:30 a.m., I think, the police called me at home.

"Your shop has been set on fire."

It was terrifying.

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