t3003 Athina Onassis was born on January 29, 1985, in the American Hospital of Paris. From her first breath, she was the living continuation of a legacy steeped in wealth and power, as the only heir of Aristotle Onassis. Her full name is Athina Onassis Roussel. She is a descendant of two of Greece's grandest shipping … Read more
In March 1964, four months after her husband's assassination in Dallas, Jacqueline Kennedy sat down in her Washington home with historian Arthur Schlesinger, Jr. She was 34 years old, a widow with two small children, and the most recognized woman in the world. Over seven sessions and more than eight hours of recorded conversation, she … Read more
On January 17, 1961, three days before John F. Kennedy was to be inaugurated as president of the United States, Dwight Eisenhower sat in the Oval Office and delivered his farewell address to the nation. He warned of the military-industrial complex and spoke about the dangers of unchecked institutional power to democracy. He seemed a … Read more
Mi chiamo Elisa Moretti e cinque giorni dopo il mio matrimonio pensavo ancora di vivere il momento più felice della mia vita. Avevo appena iniziato una nuova famiglia con Andrea, l’uomo che credevo mi avrebbe protetta e sostenuta sempre. Ero entrata in quella casa con il cuore aperto, pronta a conoscere meglio le persone che … Read more
Mi chiamo Elena Ricci e per tutta la vita ho creduto che il momento più importante della mia carriera sarebbe stato il giorno in cui avrei finalmente ottenuto il ruolo che avevo sempre desiderato. Dopo anni di sacrifici, studio e lavoro, ero diventata direttrice di una nuova azienda. Quella mattina uscii di casa con un … Read more
Všechno to začalo u dcery na svatbě. Dodnes, když na ten den pomyslím, musím se nadechnout a připomenout si, že se to opravdu stalo. Že jsem tam stál, v tom obleku, který jsem si bral jen při opravdu výjimečných příležitostech, a že se mi před očima rozpadl můj dosavadní život. Všechno to začalo tak nevinně, … Read more
La première chose que j’ai vue en ouvrant les yeux, c’est le plafond. Un plafond d’hôpital, blanc, propre, avec une de ces tuiles légèrement décolorée par les années. Je suis restée allongée un long moment à écouter les machines à côté de moi rythmer leur souffle régulier. L’infirmière est entrée une fois, deux fois, pour … Read more
On the morning of October 15, 1957, a charcoal gray hat lay on the bottom step of a barber shop on 7th Avenue in Harlem. The brim was folded at an angle no hand had meant to make. Dew had settled into the crushed felt overnight and turned it black in the center. Nobody had … Read more
Ma belle-fille avait choisi un mardi pour faire ça. Pas un week-end, pas un jour férié. Un mardi, en milieu de matinée, comme si cela devait passer pour une simple formalité administrative. J’ai appris plus tard qu’ils l’avaient amené parce qu’ils pensaient que je ne ferais pas de scène devant un petit-fils. Ils avaient raison … Read more
The silence in Harlem was the first warning. In a neighborhood that usually thrummed with jazz, engines, and the constant hustle of the street, silence was not peace. It was a held breath before a storm. Bumpy Johnson stood by the window of his penthouse at the Lennox Terrace, looking down at the avenues that … Read more