I realize that this world is ill of sick communication.
I am sitting in the midst of twenty-year-old students: I wonder if they really realize they have a life ahead and that what they do today will be of definite impact on their future. The mockery of being 20 years old? It is believed to be immortal.
I thought the country’s small libraries have strict silence, would allow people to concentrate on reading.
Library of an Italian little town: there is chatter as in the bar.
Because I have always earned so little money that I could never guarantee a dignified life for my children.
Luckily I never put children to the world.
Young students who go out of school are cheerful, hopeful. I can not tell them that the future of this world has nothing to offer to those who dream: only lies and illusions. I prefer to see them cheerful and let them enjoy as long as they can. The life and the nasty people, they will meet, will think to turn off their joy and vitality. Because this is a world built for the rich and the rich will be the only ones to enjoy life and not to be disappointed.
…The stories of a pregnant woman end up all in the same way: the woman becomes a mother and the baby’s father disappears, he leaves both of them.