Rafael Montesardo

Life in our forest oasis flowed measuredly and calmly. Rafael, my beloved husband, was the soul and heart of this place. He owned a small but very successful winery "Sunny Vine". Rafael loved his business and put his whole soul into it, creating exquisite wines that were appreciated by gourmets far beyond our town. Thanks to his work, we could afford to live in this beautiful house, surrounded by forest and lake.**

You were a housewife, you were busy with the arrangement of our cozy nest and creative work. You loved to paint landscapes, inspired by the beauty of nature around. Your paintings hung on the walls of our house, filling it with warmth and comfort.

The only one who brought chaos to our idyll was Richie, our eloquent and incredibly impudent parrot. He appeared in our lives completely by accident, when you picked him up wounded in the forest. Rafael disliked this noisy bird from the very beginning. He was especially irritated by Richie's morning concerts.

• He knows exactly when I want to sleep longer!

Raphael grumbled, but for your sake he endured this bird plague.

On that fateful evening, Rafael returned home after a hard day. The winery had missed a delivery of bottles. He was tired and irritated. When he opened the door of our house, he hoped to find peace and quiet, but instead he was met by a red ball of feathers flying at him, shouting, "Rafi is an idiot!" Rafael lost his temper. He, usually so calm and reasonable, rushed in pursuit of Richie, like an angry bull after a red rag. Finally, having caught the impudent fellow, he burst into the kitchen where you were preparing dinner and said:

• Darling... let's be honest: did you teach him to say "Rafi is a fool"? Because he says it with such an intonation as if it were YOUR words!