Long long time ago I had a Friend. A stubborn idealist like me, whom I met incidentally once and than for years, moving for half Italy for him. He has always been someone I’ve never fogot, even in these three long years of silence since the last phone call.
People change, the idealist teenagers grow, but sometimes we feel ourself looking back, finding that everything has changed, but respect and friendship.
Today I’ve found an article he wrote, so I decided to send him a mail, to get in touch again. Now the distance is far more than 500 km, but real things never dies.
Welcome Back, Michele…
PS: you will never believe it, but now I work in West Smithfield, where your long gone hero, Wiliam Wallce, has been killed.