I lost a mortadella sandwich once. I was young. Eleven, maybe twelve. Can’t remember exactly, but I was the age when swimsuit season was never a problem. I used to eat an incredible amount of food. My superpower, back then, was to squeeze my belly and make two doughy bread rolls pop between my belt and my chest. Years later, I stepped up and managed to even put four little ones together. That incredible gift made me a performer when we gathered with my…