You work hard, sometimes you don’t even remember why. It’s a continuous challenge with yourself and the others, and when you feel you’re almost at the end of the tunnel something sudden kicks you back in the game at the last moment and doesn’t allow you to take a breath.Then there are these occasions, little satisfactions that only you and your stomach can understand.
Today I get out of home and a guy near a van glances at me. He gets close to me:
- Bartolo Ansaldi?
I nod and he takes out a pen and a piece of paper.
- Can you make me an autograph?
- You recognized me, mh?
He looks at me without answering, just with an embarrassed smile.
I give him back the pen and he gives me the package I was waiting for.
P.S.: Yes, yes, he was a courier. I was excited for the package…
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