Dear diary,
I’ve finished with the work for today and finally I have some time for myself, for my thoughts that I usually share with you. It passed some time since our last ‘conversation’, but here I am, ready to talk too much, as always.
Today I want to speak about lifetime moments, days or hours so special for us that we will always keep alive in our memory. I had a few moments like this that I keep in my heart and remember from time to time. This weekend I lived one of those precious instants that cannot be described by words so easily but I will give a try.
I met Fabiola exactly 11 years ago. I was travelling from Trento to Trieste where I was supposed to go to the university to matriculate myself. She was going there too, for the same reason. In that train actually began our friendship although we couldn’t suppose that at the time. The university started in October 2000 and that first year I ended up in a catholic dormitory run by the nuns of Providence where I met again with Fabiola, Faby as we all call her, and the other two girls Alessandra and Clara. We became close friends no matter the following year they moved to a flat and I stayed in a crazy catholic dormitory where I spent three years. The guys who lived at the time in a man catholic dormitory, our university colleagues, used to call us Providence girls. I still have the habit to call us with the same lovely nick name that reminds me of good old university days.
