So we leave at the time of the Ministerial maxiconcorso that smells vaguely of package with pre-allocated seats, to memorize the answers and certainties that become transparencies that become disillusioned smiles ..
But then nothing ventured no nibbles, and so as not harmful to try ..
Here I was, to Rome, with a neighbor in the bus that seems to place the draft of Geronimo Stilton more fat and more lean. Fortunately
sleep remedy, and when I open eyes in the middle of the night Geronimo no longer beside me, but it was curled up two seats away.
Getting to Rome is always a joy: it is a city that always welcomes you, envelops you, smiles at you.
As Laura, who welcomed me and my sister in her house with affection but without him stay there, with cheerful hospitality at ease, in that beautiful house breathable freedom, happiness and macrobiotic, as I thought and still think, that is that the freedom: a double bed with sheets with dogs, a car parked under the house and the desire to take the subway!
Laura makes everything look easy in the best of all possible worlds, and lifts in a according to all the sadness, and makes them look small and stupid .. just that sometimes the simplicity of its positive thoughts seem to perceive an impenetrable wall of pain ..
My sister! A woman wandering everywhere but I can see my house! But I seem nearly Mengla.
And here I am on another bus, ready to go back to my dusty books, and here you are beside me, chatting like old friends and to divide sleep, it must be said, and coffee on the ferry, and projections about the future, e.. e..
A warm, charming and friendly meeting, and a convenient shoulder to discover that slipped during the night.
