A farewell to hope, which gives hope

Virtually sixty….

Ah, I used to make you older, he comments absently.

And so I start with lowered eyes towards this damn listening center, which is now my turn, while a demonstration for peace suddenly comes to mind, Rome, it was October 1981, afternoon, I was even there, who in the other century we often talked about this story of the atomic bomb, and then I think immediately afterwards who knows who made me accept Chiara’s proposal on September 1st, this one from the listening center.

In this school where it is never convenient to start a conversation with Cardamone, this school and this Chiara from whom it is best to escape as soon as possible, maybe I will apply for a transfer as early as next spring, other than gossip. And so I throw open the door to welcome all the hardships of the world, even today, which is not a day, of course it is not. Let’s hope nobody comes.

But here she is, Daria Guinzella, the blonde who had to be rejected, the hopelessly in love with a classmate who never filers. Short greeting and we are face to face.

I wrote a letter to Mauro.

Mauro Gremo, prof !, she reproaches me.

Ah, sure … Mauro Gremo impossible love … So what?

I wanted to read it to him. I wanted some advice from him.

Sure, I answer. I would like to tell her that I am not here for this, that these pains of love of children are normal, that the world runs and burns, that the sky is livid and we should do something else here, but if Chiara were there she would reply that if Guinzella did not solves this problem does not solve the others either, the distraction, the scholastic performance, the mother, etc., etc. , I let it go as usual.

The whole law. Then she swallows and looks at me. A long silence follows.

Daria – I murmur – this beautiful letter !.

She writes him a kind of goodbye, goodbye to the hope of meeting his loving gaze, and she does it in a delicate and amazing way. I don’t know if she copied it, I guess so, but she copied it very well, I didn’t know she could copy so well. When it happens to copy it doesn’t succeed like that, I would like to tell you, but instead I remain suspended on this cloud, in this admired silence.

I wanted to know from her if it was okay. If I can give it to him.

Gives him a written letter. What is he doing, is he handing it over to him? I was catapulted into a parallel dimension, maybe we are back in October 1981.

Yes, of course it’s okay, I do. beautiful.

It closes like this. The livid sky, the terrible world and here we should do something else, but in the meantime we happened to take this moment. These words, this delicacy, this unexpected gift that came out of nowhere. I smile at her. I wish they all read a letter like that. And I would like to copy a letter myself so, for Chiara, I think immediately afterwards.