It’s very difficult writing about Giovanni, in the first year without him.
A lot of memories are crowding .
I would like to remember the time , usually in the late evening, when we met in the area in front of his house in Tramonti, talking, with a glass of wine, or maybe more, about a lot of topics, but mainly about the family that has been a key point in the Giovanni’s life.
Of course the time – and in particular, the summer – will not be the same.
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