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Irene, as soon as she graduated in medicine completing her education specializing in pediatrics, decided to practice her profession in Africa to help children who in those countries hardly have a future. More precisely, he decided to go on a mission with the other doctors in Tanzania. His parents, even though they were generous and sensitive people, did not hide that they would not want their daughter to leave, because there are so many risks in those countries. This, however, did not stop Irene, who had had this deep desire since she was a child...

It is night, thoughts become deeper and deeper. Once again, I wear shoes to cross the threshold of my world. Walking barefoot only causes me great headaches. I feel the blood flowing in my veins again. I feel alive, I breathe, I almost smile. I close my eyes. I'm sitting on the bed and I think about the world. I think of this continuous becoming of sensations, emotions, feelings that I see slipping away in my mind without understanding them. I feel alone. My soul is desolate, as dry as the desert...

My maternal grandfather was the first person I lost; but then my certainty of Paradise was such that I had no doubt that he had passed away. And I didn't understand that I would never see him again. Never again. I was maybe twelve; it was 1960, the beginning of a decade of faith in progress, of optimism, of emancipation, of motorization. But the best memory I have of my grandfather Stefano dates back about five years. Frequently, especially during school holidays, my father accompanied me to his grandparents to spend a different day...

Is there a way to be happy? A particular recipe? How to say ... so much of this, so much of that one, kneads like this, you cook this ... and the result is a beautiful happy life ... Isn't there a method to guarantee happiness? And when is a person happy? What is missing to me, to you, to us to be happy? And what is happiness, then? An abstract concept or a true reality? A state of well-being or a vague dream never reached? Is it possible to be happy? Every man has the right to happiness ...

Today is a very hot day, one of those that you would put your head into the fridge to find some relief. The air is still, the humidity sticks to you like a second skin and you seem to be out of breath at home and away. Even the bed is hot, as if someone had lit a bonfire under the mattress and the sheet with every movement, it seems to give its heat to the back, making the afternoon break a real hell. On the radio they are broadcasting an old song, so popular when I was a child and I had only one thing on my mind, playing with my friends...

The clear sky highlighted even more the beauty of that day which, although winter was at the gates, seemed a pleasant spring amarcord. Although it took a heavy sweater and a scarf the weather was perfect for taking a bike ride. The countryside, although dormant as is typical at that time of the year, still had a few small signs of life: in fact, the fir trees, the pines shone, and some pomegranates were still attached to the tree, even if the vermilion of their grains was already visible. . A whistling tune accompanied the pace, quiet but continuous, towards his home...

From behind the windows of the French window that separated him from the pavement he watched the comings and goings of the cars and the people passing by on foot. Leaning on his stick, just a bit shaky, fully dressed with the Sunday suit and the cap already on his head, he was waiting for something or someone. After they began to shake his legs a little with fatigue, he grabbed a chair and dragged it over the floor in marble with time, put it in front of the French window and sat down. On the ant-sideboard...

It was a court house of the late '800, plastered to the best, and it was always there that awaited us. It was just a hundred meters away from us and reflected the unique goal of our continual evasions. There was always something to go and ask Aunt Carmina or Nonna Maria. This is what the women of my childhood were called and with my mother they helped to create in my child's mind what would have been my female ideal. Women who are different from the ordinary because they are special to the eyes greedy...

Yesterday talking with a friend much younger than me but, extremely wise and mature, we faced strange, perhaps unlikely, arguments like: you deserve more, you would find so many better ... Here is from this sentence that, several times, in moments of crisis, I felt myself repeating to the point of nausea, a wave of ideas arose that swept me away like an anomalous wave !!!! Yes, because I am 37 years old and my friends are scattered among: the over 30s, the 40s, the forty and the 40 who have already...

If my eyes were a video camera at this time I would be a director of a cult movie. Yes, a mixture of Dirty Dancing and Pearl Harbor, in short, something that can only happen in a film, where only a splendid grizzled Richard Gere saves that "big ass of Cinderella" by Julia Roberts. My eyes are the sponge of my soul, my most developed sense is the truest one that also captures smells, tastes and makes my heart beat like crazy as if I had done a race to lose breath. When I felt his gaze on me it was different intangible...

It's a very beautiful story, too much to be able to write and read without being moved, really. I decided to give it to you because it made an effect on me that at my age is rare: I cried. Yes, I admit it: I am someone who is still moved by a film. However, crying with hot tears is not so normal. There are two cases: either I am overly tender, but I don't believe that much, or the story is extraordinarily moving. Maybe both. Conner and Cayden are two American boys, two-way brothers of the word...

Young man, do you know what love is? It's that everyone believes they know love. Instead many are those who do not know how to love. They believe they do it but they can't do it. They think that if there is someone who loves us, then we love. But love is not just that. Don't love only those who return your love. Live to love everything that makes your heart happy and your heart cannot love one person. You will love, if you look deeply into it, every wrinkle on your father's face as well as every hard rock on the earth where you were born...