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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...