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Sunday evening.
close the door of my hut, and turn on the light.
I throw the bag on the chair and I raise my jacket.
Then he sighed, wondering: I'll do everything?

Monday evening by train.
The carriage is almost empty.
front of me a woman in her fifties.
I study.
On the cover of my book it says: status exam preparation for the profession of psychologist.
him feel the gaze of the lady and I look up.
"But who does it do?" - ask me.
I'm going to answer, but I did not come the words.
And the train is coming to Florence.

Tuesday morning.
"Maid of Orleans, in a little 'you go but be prepared that the future will be hard! "
Thank you. Thank you so much for the encouragement.
But I fear that you understand your sensitivity and you eat enough.

Wednesday morning. I mean this morning.
A fourteen year old girl in tears. not stop.
Look at him. Then he looks at her.
Finally look at me and says: "last week you told me that I could be quiet, you see instead?"
I open and close my pen.
'You think like them? " - continues.
I try to say something to reassure her.
" too! You're like everyone else, as all of them, indeed are worse, you promised me that everything was fine! Bad!"
I feel like dying.
And I would cry with her, go and close, tell her it's for his own good.
But I have my place.

I get home and sigh looking at the window.
remember a time in my adolescence when I did not want to cut my hair.
Yet they needed it.
were too long and full of split ends.
I had to cut them.
after I had promised that they would become more beautiful. And strong, too.
But I do not believe it.
And in that moment, when the hairdresser began to scissor kick all my hair, hate it with my whole being.
I hated her, scissors, my hair, my whole life. At that time.
But then ... with time, I realized that that cut was really necessary.
My hair became thicker and more beautiful. And again ridivennero long.
Without that cut would have been ugly and damaged, like everything that is not renewed.
Sometimes we need to cut anything in our life and then, after some 'time, to see it become more beautiful and stronger, as after a new hair cut, even if that moment seems the most terrible living.


are not bad. They, above all, they are not.
One day you will understand.

"If I could stop one heart from breaking,

if ease the pain of a life or heal a penalty

or help you get knocked back into a robin's nest,

I shall not live in vain. "

Emily Dickinson

smile.
Lady, maybe now I can give you a response.