Stars of dust – chapter two

My surname has origins from Campania, but my grandparents moved to Rome after the war. Aldo, my father, responsible for human resources at Poste Italiane, had worked in Sardinia, Lombardy, Marche, and during a holiday in London, he met Marina, my mother. She was from San Lazzaro di Savena, in the province of Bologna. It…

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Stars of dust – chapter three

Troubles in my career began in a theater of the distant Este, province of Padova, on account of a show called Confessions of an actress of failure, which was staged harassment suffered by a girl with fine attainments. I played the role of the teacher who was looking for a physical collaboration with the actresses.…

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Stars of dust

Are we the architects of our destiny or do the plots of our lives escape us lefting us impotent in the face of fate? Sometimes it happens that, despite a fierce commitment, the results are not those hoped for. In the attempt of having no regrets you can sacrifice your whole life to realize that…

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Dear customer – chapter two

Contact with the audience was intriguing and perverse. The customers were tormented with the idea of gifts such that, the more they spend, the more they accumulated points. Paradoxically, they were only supposed to know how good those gifts were, in reality. They demanded the full share of their spending to know if they had…

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Dear customer – chapter four

The Saturday Bus Stop. If I missed this intersection with Belinda, the day was going to go wrong. That day, I saw her getting on the bus next to mine. Everything seemed to be against me. On Saturday, volunteers from Caritas arrived to collect cans for refugees or the third world populations. They had those…

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Dear customer

Dear customer – ebook or paperback version on Amazon  Dear customer – Create Space Paperback version Read this free preview Why is a nickname more indicative compared to our name? Personal details are the result of the choice of others. Sooner or later, when we enter the world of work, those letters will become numbers. On the…

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On my generation – chapter four

Reviewing Ursula reopened the memories drawer. She was Duilio’s lover, today the Banda Larga’s barman, but who at that time was John Lee D, the rock king of our neighbourhood. He was the king and she was his queen. They only went out in night-lights, along with a convoy of plastic-dressed people. Everybody looked straight…

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On my generation

What is the main activity in our existence? To grow up? Be someone in our society? Find a road of your own? Whatever this task is, Emilio Santini – the main character of this story – and his friends, do not want to learn to move forward. They hang on, the only street they know…

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Cages – chapter seven

Morning. Today I have a day off. I’ll go to the post office, I have decided to donate my five per thousand to Begonia, an association for the free care of the incurably ill. The administrative office of a work place, since it’s a company, is also a withholding agent, and is bound to hand…

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Cages – chapter two

Baresi calls me on the phone of the corridor to inform me that the next day the delegation of an important Canadian company will come and that they requested the first conference room of the ground floor. I ask him, because I’ve almost completed my turn, if I can finish an hour earlier and recover…

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