When someone goes away, I mean forever, also something inside of us. Last night I received a message saying "a question of our friendship is dead ... Rosolo. It 's true friendships also feed on events, places and people, and when something is lacking the same does not diminish but certainly suffer in the more literal meaning of the term. The people we know do not just be mere scenery of our lives but become active players in our personal tragicomedy and when an actor leaves the whole story suffers and sometimes even take new paths. There are events that, without noticing it, change the course of our lives.
Rosolo in its own way had it changed, life, long ago when he accepted me and Franz, in the room of his restaurant, one of the few that still has the right to call it in Italy and worldwide, and as travelers who are a refuge after a day and a night walk, we felt we were finally at home, or something like that, right now. Few fuss, cheap wine and sandwiches well padded, it did not seem real. Then the difference is the people and slowly from eating and drinking was passed in a natural manner, laughing and joking with the customers and Rosolo osteria like us to become friends with everyone, to gain a small family with alternative Rosolo head of household. How many times
I fled to him for a bit of that peace 'campagnola made of wine glasses and leaning against the counter talking, running from the labor market and the company so well dressed and so, so ignorant and plastic, to laugh, joking, talking about politician, sports and news, listen to stories, a bit 'happy and a bit' sad, friendship, fights, colossal drinks, lunches and dinners, trips, people.
Moments that I have here with me and that I will always carry around the world wherever I go.
Sunday may have started a new change, but that matters little now, I just know if I have given something to bring brown on the site where it went or simply hold on while he was still alive. Who knows.
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