This year, for my birthday, my friends organized a kind of quiz under the premise 'who knows Alba best?' It's unbearably narcissistic to admit, but it's very likely that I was the person who had the most fun during the game (in which, obviously, I wasn't competing). The wit of their questions reached its climax with the following statement: "What did Alba do in the afternoons when she was little?" From among the possible answers, the one everyone selected was "Watching Disney Channel and eating sunflower seeds at the godmother's." And they're right. A worryingly good part of my evenings were spent doing this: remaining mesmerized in front of the screen, without much control or supervision, while on the other side of the house my godmother did exactly the same.