People to love

As my work takes an important part of my life – maybe bigger than it should, generating stress and worries, I appreciate the moments I share with friends of mine in London. My family in London is very sweet to me.

I love to wake up in the morning and hear Vasco’s PC playing music on the table of the kitchen. LUX AETERNA, by Clint Mansell, happens to play again and again since the day I put it for him. However, he has great musical likes: Vasco Rossi, Hans Zimmer, Enya, REM, Metallica...

I love to go to bed and find Monica watching Sex en Nueva York, slid under the blanket next to her with a spoon and a carton of Haagen Dazs.

I love Federica. She thinks I should be fat because I eat all the time: “Sempre mangiare! Basta!” Day after day she says she should start a diet and I find her with Oreo, pizza and 4 packets of crisps in her handbag.

“- Fede!!!

-          Tomorrow diet, tomorrow...”

Today we went to Westfield Shopping Center because Gioia, her friend, had to give CVs there. Gioia is a little bit crazy. She is pretty. Her arms are filled with tattoos. She was sitting in the train and could not stay calm for a minute, brushing her hair, looking in her purse, fixing her make-up, adding dark-red on her lips and hiding redness on her cheeks with beige pen.

Today Stanislas shared an enormous watermelon with Vasco, Fede and me in the garden. Fede and I spread it everywhere, spitting pips on each other. My part was so big I could not finish it and I had to store it in the fridge for later.

Stanislas still irritates me with his French behaviours. Today I was trying to study wines and he started talking to me, being unpleasant. I think it is not conscious, therefore I forgive him.

-          T’apprends la base, quoi.

He said, glancing at my book. "You, sucker..." I thought.