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Monday, pill number 9

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Lesson n.3: do not waste time at the airport duty free Just one look of disapproval from him and then he said, “I waited for her, but I had no idea where she was!” Then he did not speak to me again. Sitting like this for fifteen minutes on that uncomfortable seat covered in blue leather, the other passengers did nothing but stare at me in annoyance. But how do they allow themselves? I only delayed thirty minutes and here… Read More »Monday, pill number 9

Monday, pill number 8

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Lesson n.3: do not waste time at the airport duty free Ok, it was only about thirty minutes since I had taken the suitcases and I had already bought a sarong, a Sprite and four stones, or rather four collectible minerals, a black Tourmaline for Ina, a rose quartz for Marzia, a green amazonite for Paola and an Amatista for Linda. I did not know if they were true or not, but I found them very nice and of a… Read More »Monday, pill number 8

Monday, pill number 7

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Lesson n.3: do not waste time at the airport duty free I could begin to relax even if the air more than rarefied, seemed to be free of oxygen. “Well, of course, I will also be immersed in the clear water with my bikini, so it will be a completely different situation” I thought, yet that state similar to a panic attack made me feel just like this last period in Milan. A feeling that I wanted to delete from… Read More »Monday, pill number 7

Monday, pill number 6

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Lesson n.2: to relate with your neighbor  I was not able to face it and that was why I avoided it. Sometimes it happened that she was waiting for me facing the balcony. Then I saw it from a distance and began to slow down the pace to be able to invent a plausible excuse not to rise and have to justify my absences. I felt so guilty and I was a bit disgusted. I did not think I was… Read More »Monday, pill number 6

Monday, pill number 5

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Lesson n.2: to relate with your neighbor  Of course, having always been a very ambitious girl, I immediately began to think that I could gain experience before sewing my Megan Markle style wedding dress on an entire collection of dresses designed by myself. So, when he gave me that blue chalk and told me that before cutting a fabric it was necessary to shape the edges two centimeters beyond the drawing, my eyes filled with tears. I was starting to… Read More »Monday, pill number 5

Monday, pill number 4

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Lesson n.2: to relate with your neighbor  While I was waiting for the suitcases, I could not help thinking about the nun. In the end it was not so terribly talkative as I had imagined, even now that I was looking at the sliding luggage belt, that austere but at the same time fragile and sweet posture reminded me so much of my neighbor, Orietta. I remember that when I come back from school and could not find anyone in… Read More »Monday, pill number 4

Monday, pill number 3

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Lesson n.2: to relate with your neighbor  “When I was young, I also had trouble finding my place in the world, you know? Then things, by divine will, were interlocked with each other like in a mosaic. But, in my day, and I’m seventy so I’m talking about fifty years ago, I did not have the opportunity to go on vacation. The war had just ended and everything had to be rebuilt, not just the houses, but also the spirits… Read More »Monday, pill number 3