My dad’s love
My dad always loved cars from the fifties, especially a Belair. As a psychologist I know he probably loves that one so much because he couldn’t afford it then, and it was a sign of prosperity and wealth. We always would talk about cars in my own way I was always looking for a way to connect to him. Mainly because he thinks so much like me. One year in my childhood, I decided to give him a chevrolet diecast model for Christmas. I have never been hugged like that before, and no one has ever hugged me like that again.