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[Peter] “September 20, 2017.

It's my last day of life.

I decided to leave today

to celebrate my birthday with a solemn and definitive gesture.

I'm not depressed, I'm just tired of living.

I will go away in my sleep, like my Sarah.

The first and last great love of my life.

Since she's been gone, everything seems more distorted.

This farewell letter will be the last thing I write.

A posthumous appendix to the novel with which, ten years ago,

I've finished with literature in my own way.”

[phone rings]

“My biggest obsession.”

[answering machine beeps]

[Peter from the secretary] It's Peter, hurry up.

- [Roberta] Happy birthday, Dad. - [Fabio] Happy birthday, Pietro!

[Roberta] It's an important day, it should be celebrated.

Turn to the next one, Fabio. Let's take the ring road, it'll be quicker.

We can't get through now, we're rushing to work,

but we'll bring you the cake later.

- Can you be found? - Difficult.

[Roberta from the secretary] Unless you want to come over for dinner.

You never see Mattia, he would be happy.

I wouldn't even call myself grandfather.

[Roberta] All right, Dad. I have to leave you now. Think about it, okay. See you later, bye.

- Hello, happy birthday. - [Fabio] Hello, Pietro.

[Peter] I feel a vague sense of remorse only for my daughter Roberta.

But I Lived Selfishly

and selfishly I choose to die.

[country song from stereo]

[Peter] Farewell, world.

Ten years ago I just wrote it, now I'm really sending you there.

All in one piece.

Fuck you, go away.

[doorbell]

[man] Mr. Rinaldi?

[knocks]

[man] Mr. Rinaldi?

[man] Mr. Pietro Rinaldi, please turn off the music!

[knocking] Open the door!

[man] Mr. Rinaldi, Police.

[man] It's important, it concerns your daughter.

[stretching]

[man] Mr. Rinaldi, open the door!

[Peter] One moment, I'm coming.

[they knock]

[Peter] I'm coming!

Good morning.

Unfortunately I'm sick, I don't feel well. What happened? What...

- Are you Roberta Rinaldi's father? - Yes.

- Born in Lecce on April 13, 1972? - What did she do?

We are sorry.

How desolate?

Christ.

It's crooked.

Do you recognize your son-in-law, Fabio Costa?

He recognizes his daughter,

Roberta Rinaldi?

Yes.

[bass music]

- What's up? - But how?

- Let's call it a day. - Maybe that's better.

Wait a minute. I'll do it now. Um...

I got it. You said four laps. Four Laps and I Got It. Really.

I really don't think so.

- Excuse me, why are you leaving? - Mattia, maybe it's not for you.

- We'll meet. - Bye.

It was a matter of seconds, Mattia.

Mattia, a tire must have burst, they skidded. It was a matter of a moment.

They didn't notice anything. They didn't suffer.

It was an accident.

[intercom]

Cow.

Peter.

Why didn't you come in? Isn't anyone here?

- But you didn't have keys once? - Never had any.

But why not? Your mother had made them for you.

I remember it very well.

He had sent me to do them, among other things.

I'll try calling her.

Nothing, it's disconnected.

Isn't today your birthday?

I saw her making the cake this morning.

- Did he bring it to you? - Yes, I felt it to me.

Oh!

Why all this bullshit?

Why?

Why are you here, Peter?

- What did you do? - Nothing.

I didn't do anything.

Death came and... and it took the wrong people.

I am sorry.

No!

[phone rings]

[answering machine] It's Peter, hurry up.

[Marcello] Mr. Rinaldi, I hope this is the right number.

I am Marcello Costa. I wanted to offer my condolences.

- I'm Fabio's brother. - “Brother”?

[Marcello] I know, maybe he didn't even know I existed.

Fabio and I hadn't spoken for many years,

but I know he had a son and it's especially for him...

I called to tell her that even though I'm far away...

I live in Rome...

I am at your complete disposal for anything you need.

I'll leave you my contact details. I repeat, for anything.

Damn!

Stop it!

[door opens]

[Peter] Mattia?

It's true, I had them. I had given me the keys.

Who are these?

- Hi, Mattia. - Why do you know my name?

We are social workers.

We are here for your temporary grandparent placement.

What does it mean?

It means I am your closest relative.

And you are a minor.

And even though I'm much older,

you will have to stay with me.

And I will have to stay with you.

Obviously nobody asks my opinion, right?

They didn't even ask for mine.

That's how it is.

Look, I know you're not sleeping.

It smells like smoke in here. Do you smoke?

No, I don't smoke. Is that enough?

What do you want? Leave me alone and close the door.

Did you know you have an uncle?

Spend?

His name was Marcello.

Will you leave me alone, Peter?

“Peter”?

Still with this “Peter”. I am your grandfather, me.

It's ready!

It's getting cold!

Mattia?

- [Marcello] Hello? - Did he say anything?

- But who is it? Who is speaking? - Peter. Peter Rinaldi.

Peter. I wasn't expecting you at this hour.

- I renew my condolences. - And I offer mine.

- He was still his brother, after all. - Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Can I do something?

Marcello...

I'm too old.

- The boy can't stay with me. - Excuse me?

I'm just asking you to move up the pace.

On the other hand, when I'm no longer here, and I assure you that it won't be long now,

It will be her turn anyway.

But what does he say? It's his idea. What does the boy think?

[Peter] The boy will understand.

[Peter] I spoke to your uncle.

He's a really good person, you know?

Strange.

- Dad never told me about it. - His wife, too.

Then the daughters are very cute... A beautiful family.

I already had it.

They have a beautiful yacht. The Real Ones.

They told me they take you on a tour of the islands.

They have a Filipino butler.

- Did they also tell you he's Filipino? - It's a caste, they're all Filipino.

Oh, and then...

Rome is Rome. Not here.

So why didn't you stay in Milan? Huh?

Because grandma...

You knew her, she didn't... She would never have left here.

You've already decided everything anyway.

Sid?

Alone.

Come here. Come here.

“Syd”? Did you name him after Syd Barrett?

No.

I named him Sid, like...

a character from a cartoon I watched as a child.

[Peter] Why do you do this?

If only I had an opportunity like this at your age...

“My age”?

You don't even know how old I am.

When am I leaving?

- Whenever you want. - And how am I doing?

I'll take you.

[Play 'What's Going On' by Psycho Sun]

[Peter] You're an idiot!

[horn]

[Peter] Listen, you idiot!

You don't overtake on the right.

[Play 'What's Going On' by Psycho Sun]

HUMANS NOT TANKS! HUMANS? NO THANKS!

[Peter] I'll put on some air conditioning.

Does it bother you? Is it too loud?

We can listen to music together too, oh!

I have classical, jazz...

I have light music...

Stuff from my time, in short. It's beautiful though.

Huh?

In your opinion, how much longer do we need?

At least ten hours.

- “Ten hours”? - Yes.

- Why ten hours? - We take all the back roads.

Why should we make secondary roads?

Because there are no trucks. I hate truck drivers.

Actually, do one thing.

Look for a second if I wrote “truck drivers”. Look here.

- Look if I wrote “truck drivers.” - What is that? What is that?

It's the only thing I've written since I stopped writing.

This is a list of people I can't stand.

- Type? - Type...

I don't know, professional extras,

like those who take pictures in museums, of works of art.

Those who call you from far away and say: “Sorry...”.

If you want to talk to me, get off your ass, come over here and talk.

There are those who use quotation marks... They say a bullshit and “tac-tac”.

Hands on the wheel, maybe. No?

Yes, but this one goes by itself. It's a vintage car.

“Professional extras”.

[Peter] Then there are those who shave their hair on the side. Shaved, bald...

Then there are the bald ones with long beards to compensate,

those who address waiters informally...

Those who watch films in the original language without understanding

and they say “Beautiful costumes.”

Those who bathe in icy water in winter

and sometimes they even die.

Did you find it? I wrote it. “Truck Drivers” did you find it?

- Wait. - I can't stand truck drivers.

“Those who bathe in winter, the cat ladies, the chauvinists,

the feminists, the truck drivers”.

The truck drivers. Good.

I know this area.

[engine jammed]

- Oh! - What is it?

Add the mechanics too.

What mechanics?

[coughs]

[horn]

Are you done? Do you want to stop?

- [Peter] I'm looking for help, right? - So you're looking for help?

What should I do?

I already gave you the solution, but obviously...

Still with this Caesar? Enough!

- Did you put it in your notebook? - But what notebook.

But it still pisses you off.

- I'll call him instead. - I told you not to call him.

I told you no!

[horn]

Hello, Caesar?

[with a Pugliese accent] In Rome? With that iron?

- Cesare, are you telling me? I mean... - But he's... Crazy.

He knows only one road. He doesn't take highways, motorways...

- No. - No... you have a hard head.

Like the stones of Matera.

How long has it been since you were here? Maybe 20 years?

- It may be 30 years. - “30 years”?

Good Thing Your Daughter Remained Fond Of It.

Roberta says that every year she tries to convince you to come,

But I always told her that someone as stubborn as you

He cannot be convinced even by death itself.

[Cesare] This summer we had such a good time,

also because now Mattia has grown up.

You have to see how well he fishes.

Come on, focus and move forward, otherwise we'll never leave.

Remember when we got that big tooth?

The only time I managed to take you on a boat.

Memories should prohibit them after the age of 70.

Let's see if it starts.

We see.

[engine starts]

- Good. - It was the water pump.

You've always been good.

Mr. Peter!

- And you didn't tell us anything? - Don't be like that, come on.

What, Teresa? What?

No, I'm not hungry.

Mattia...

I caught that grouper yesterday morning.

- It's very fresh. - Huh? Here, eat.

It's very fresh. Smell that scent.

He doesn't eat anyway. It's no use.

Mr. Peter, don't you eat either?

Still using the “you” form, “Mr. Pietro”? We've known each other for 50 years.

Yes, you are right.

But it's also true that I haven't seen you in ages.

Do you think Peter wanted to come here with us?

But how?

- Don't you call Mr. Peter “grandpa”? - I didn't deserve it.

There are many things I didn't deserve.

For example, that portrait.

Did Sara do it for you?

Yes.

Why?

He never did it to me.

Mattia, shall we go fishing tonight? What do you think?

Huh? Let's put the lamp on the boat and stay until dawn.

If we're lucky, we can even hear the Diomedea swans singing.

They sound wonderful. Awesome. “What, what.”

- An echo... - Still with the “Diomede”?

- Why? - You know they're not here.

- Who said that? - They are called “diomedee”, not “diomede”.

Oh well, whatever it is.

Mattia? Oh, eat.

Well done, Mattia.

Bravo.

“Making people smile is an art

and you are a true artist.

With gratitude, Sara.”

These things happen.

In what sense?

In the sense that you did well not to come anymore.

I was certainly less beautiful and charming than Mrs. Sara.

And Caesar...

I've stumbled.

- You knew and you didn't say anything? - But you knew everything.

You've always known it.

Mr. Peter, the fact is that, when you came here,

you were always locked in that room writing.

You were always...

Sad.

I made her smile.

And you?

Oh, Mattia...

Come on.

My hands are cold.

Here, cover yourself.

Do you want me to carry you to the ground?

No...

It's just that I don't like it as much as I used to.

Listen, Mattia...

I know that now you see everything in a bad light,

but you have to look forward.

And that's what Peter is helping you do.

- Peter? - Yes.

Peter doesn't give a damn.

He was never there for me and he never did anything. Never.

Instead, you're right.

Now everything is bad.

I see everything as bad.

[Diomedean chirping]

But... Are you hearing?

- Huh? - Listen.

I knew it.

[horn]

Peter.

So? No fish?

No, the sea was not good today. The fish evaporated.

Guard.

You made my nephew smile.

My wife was right. Making people smile is an art.

- Is everything okay? - Yes, yes, everything okay.

All right. Our stuff, old stuff. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Where are we?

I don't know.

- Okay, how long is it? - Two, three hours, come on.

Be like a child. “How much longer? Where are we?”

Relax.

Are you tired?

No no.

Old people sleep little. Very little.

Can you give me a cigarette?

I'm not stupid. I know you smoke, come on.

Do you have it?

- Do you want it? - Huh.

Thank you.

- Wait. - No, leave it. I'll keep it here for later.

- Go. - I'll put it here, like this.

Well. They say you smoke to keep from crying.

We see.

Oh... good, see?

I did the whole trip like a driver. Good.

Your grandmother liked that one.

- Yes? - Yes, it was his favorite.

You have to put it in there.

No, on the other side. Like that, good.

Have you never seen a cassette?

[from the radio “Close Fists” by I Ribelli]

♪ Closed Fists, I Have No More Hope ♪

♪ There is the blackest night in me ♪

So grandma liked sad things.

Is that why he loved you?

Raise it up a bit, go on.

♪ Closed Fists, Lost Forever ♪

♪ Life is no longer right ♪

♪ My salvation is you ♪

- Don't you smoke that cigarette? - No, I prefer to cry.

You smoke it.

- Do I smoke it? - Yes, yes, he smokes.

Find out.

[plays “Closed Fists” by The Rebels]

♪ Closed Fists ♪

♪ I have no more hope ♪

♪ There is the blackest night in me ♪

♪ The Dawn is Coming ♪

♪ And a Ray of Sunshine ♪

♪ Draw your face for me ♪

♪ Oh, clasped hands ♪

♪ You are here with me ♪

♪ And I Embrace Life ♪

♪ With you ♪

Sid?

- Peter? - Yes?

Peter, Sid isn't here.

- Fuck. - Sid?

Sid?

Sid?

Sid?

Sid, where are you?

No, no, no, no. Fuck... Sid?

But where do you think he is? He must have gone for a walk. He's a dog.

It's all I have left.

- Damn. - There it is. Look.

[Sid barks] Sid!

- So it's yours. - Hurry up, come here.

He was at risk of being run over.

He was thirsty. We gave him all our water.

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome. Beautiful! But it's from the period!

We saw it pass by and thought it belonged to someone.

Yes. I don't know what happened. We were sleeping and...

- Bye bye.

Where are you going? We could use a ride.

- Hitchhikers? - Yes.

Already marked. Come on.

- We're going towards Rome. - “Towards Rome”?

- Yes. - Great, we're on our way.

Do we know each other?

Come on!

Anyway, I really like your pin.

- Really? - Yes.

There are only a few of us left, do you know?

Now everyone listens to that shitty trap.

- [Peter] Are we going or not? - Peter, are we going with them?

It's on the road, I don't think there are any problems.

Yes, but since we had a series of inconveniences,

we are very, very late.

- Unfortunately... Come on, let's go. - Allow us to introduce ourselves.

- This is Giada. - Hello.

- And I'm happy. - Lucky you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome. Come on, let's go.

I love Mattia.

Is the dog named Syd like Syd Barrett?

Yes, like Syd Barrett.

And yet, I don't know. It has something familiar about it.

- What did he say his name was? - I didn't say.

- His name is Peter. - [Happy] “Peter.”

Of course, you all go to hell.

- Happy, but does it seem like the way to you? - It's the title! The title of the text!

This is Pietro Rinaldi!

You are a great writer, let me tell you.

You've said it by now.

- That's cool! Your grandfather is a writer. - Ex. Former writer.

In fact, why did he stop writing?

Because there is no one worth writing for.

But how? I liked all his books.

Everyone.

The Useless Man, I Hate You, My Opinion of Myself.

I liked them too.

Have you read them?

- Yes. - Which ones?

- Everyone. - “Everyone.”

- Do you know who gave them to me? - No.

Dad.

[plays “Lovers” by Psycho Sun through headphones]

[Peter] Thank goodness he was on the street.

[Giada] Are you sure you don't want to meet Wanda? She's a wonderful woman.

She was our high school philosophy teacher.

Mattia, take the girl's number, if you want, and let's go.

No, for me it would be an immense honor.

to be able to introduce myself to a great writer like her.

- I mean, it's a dream. - Not for me.

Come on, Peter. Let's take a quick break.

They say there's a refreshment and I'm also a little hungry.

Are you hungry now?

I don't know, guys... Come on, come on, let's go.

If Sid doesn't come down for at least five minutes he'll piss in your car.

It is true.

Alright.

[horn]

[Happy laughs]

[Wanda] I don't believe it!

- Is it him? - Did you see, prof?

Peter Rinaldi.

Peter Rinaldi.

I'm honored to meet you. Come on in. There's a party.

Thank you, but holidays are not my thing and I'm late.

Now I'll pick up my Nephew and go. Have you seen Mattia?

- No. - Mattia!

Actually, I saw him before. He was with Giada.

Mattia!

- Are you really that late? - A day late.

Well, if there was a telephone...

But...

Come on, I'll let you in from behind, so you don't see anyone.

Good, thanks.

I can't believe it. What are you doing here?

- Hello? - Marcello?

- Peter. - I wanted to apologize for the delay.

- But where is he calling from? - We had a little accident.

“Accident”? Excuse me, where are you? Are you okay?

Yes, very well. It's the car that has been acting up a bit.

- “Whims.” - Then we have...

We picked up two Hitchhikers...

“Two Hitchhikers.” Which Hitchhikers?

Is it still safe? Look, we're sailing tomorrow.

We are here on the boat waiting for you. Please take care.

[indistinct voices]

[Wanda] Peter.

- Try this. - I was lost.

- I wanted to toast you. - I have to go.

Come on.

- Do you write like your grandfather too? - I... play the drums.

Really? That's great. Are you good?

You know, apparently not.

Maybe I never cared.

What do you like then?

I really don't know anymore.

- Let's do this. Close your eyes. - Why?

Tell me the first thing that comes to mind that you like the most. Don't think about it.

- Go. - The noble gases. - “The noble gases”?

Yeah, I mean... Chemistry. That stuff.

Ok.

And me? Do you like me?

No, wait. You and Felice aren't...

I understood it, do you know?

Huh? I don't follow you.

I expected this from your grandfather, but you are older than him.

What did you expect?

If a boy and a girl travel together

It doesn't mean they have a history.

Happy is just obsessed.

Yes... No... I mean... I don't know.

Have you ever made love?

Yes.

Liar.

At least one kiss... Have you ever given one?

Now yes.

- [Wanda] Hi, Antonio. - [Happy] Giada?

Jade?

Jade?

Jade!

Okay, I'm going, huh.

Too bad for you.

[knocking] Yes?

- [Wanda] Pietro, is everything okay? - Yes, everything okay.

- Okay. - I'm coming, I'm coming.

[plays “Love Me, Please Love Me” by Michel Poinareff and Frank Gérald]

Where did all the others go?

Come on, sit down.

- Leave it alone, don't... - Are you married?

Are you married?

No.

I'm a widower.

You too.

There is no escape.

If you live, you lose the people you love. If you die, they lose you.

What a pearl of optimism.

Who wrote this bullshit?

- You wrote it. - Oh, here it is.

Well, at least you laugh.

So I don't make you sad.

No, Peter.

Not at all.

Come on.

- Hug me. - Oh no...

How old are you?

- I just turned 18. - And I'm old.

Come on, Peter.

Just a hug.

Don't you hate this loneliness too?

No.

Unfortunately not. I'm sorry.

[plays “Love Me, Please Love Me” by Michel Poinareff and Frank Gérald]

[Giada] Wait, I'll help you.

I believe...

I think I have...

It does not matter.

[horn]

Hate.

Let me see.

- But does it hurt? - No, it's nothing.

- Okay, here it is. If you blow on it... - Sorry.

[horn]

I think you have to go.

This...

I'll stay here a little longer.

- Mh. - Then the teacher will take me back.

It looks like we're not on the same page this time.

It doesn't seem so.

At that time...

Goodbye.

How goodbye?

[horn]

Or.

Oh!

[Peter] It was about time.

Sid, come on in.

You took your time, huh?

I've been waiting for you since last night. You left me there.

- Two balls, guys. All right, let's go, go. - Wait.

- Let's go. - Wait!

What?

Peter, do we really have to go to this uncle?

I'm telling you from experience.

It's not like the first woman in your life has to be the last, so...

Huh?

I hate him! I hate this uncle! Okay?

Why do you love me?

- Hey. - But at least I know you.

[cell phone rings]

- [Marcello] Hello, Mattia! - Um... Yes?

But what's going on? Can I know where you are?

I had to ask social services for the number.

Ah.

Hey, I've been looking for you since yesterday.

I'm your uncle, Marcello.

Hello, Marcello.

Oh God, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to introduce myself like that, I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm worried.

But are you okay?

Yes, we are fine.

- But how is that possible? One euro? - Did you see? That's a great price, isn't it?

But what a great price? But don't you know the work behind it?

Don't you know how hard it is to write a novel?

- I don't understand, sorry... - How do you not understand?

- Are you selling it for one euro? - Excuse me...

[Marcello] Go fuck yourselves, all of you. Assholes.

Excuse me, did you see the child and the dog who were...

The child... A little boy with a dog who were in the car with me?

- Yes. - It was there.

They got off and went that way.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

[Peter] Mattia! Stop! Where are you going?

- Peter, leave me alone! - Where do you want to go?

I'm going home!

But how? I just want to give you a chance!

- That's not true, you want to get rid of me! - I just want to give you a way out!

You need someone to help you, I can't do it!

I cannot!

I can't help you, I'm alone.

You know what?

I'm alone too!

Sid, come back here.

Damn!

But you really don't understand? You really didn't understand anything?

Huh?

You can't come home with me.

I'm an old bastard.

What do you want to do?

Alone.

- No, enough of this. - It's not mine. I bought it for you.

Take it.

You have to write down everyone you can't stand.

Everyone, without restraint.

Starting with me.

I do it myself.

Hey, I told you. There's the Filipino up there too. That one.

- Peter, Mattia. - Let's go.

So you're our cousin?

- So him too? - Shut up, Gaia.

What breed is it?

- I don't know, he's just Sid. - And can he swim?

- Actually, I don't know. - We had a dachshund.

Her name was Lilli and she could swim very well.

In fact she drowned.

Do you want to listen to some music?

[Trap music from cellphone]

♪ I am risen but from the dead ♪

♪ I enjoyed it so much that now I don't feel like it ♪

[together] ♪ I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it ♪

At a certain point, not seeing you arrive, I thought you had changed your mind.

No, it's hard for me to change my mind.

Very difficult.

I confess that I feel it a bit like a duty.

But it's also something that life is giving me back.

Taking care of Mattia.

A bit like keeping a part of Roberta for myself.

What does Roberta have to do with it?

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

Once Upon a Time, Back in High School,

Roberta got hurt during physical education class.

Did you go to school together?

- I didn't know? - No.

She got an ankle this big, like a melon.

And... And I put ice on her.

Why are you telling me about Roberta?

It started that day.

We loved each other throughout high school.

When I left for college, we started seeing each other less and less.

and then the master's degree and the constant travels in the United States

they delivered the coup de grace.

I wasn't the one who took care of her anymore,

who kept ice on her ankle.

And so, my brother took her away from me.

All Things I Didn't Know.

All Things I Missed.

We know what we have lost

only when we have lost it forever.

They're leaving, aren't you going?

Will we never see each other again, you and I?

Maybe I'll come visit you.

Don't bullshit me, please.

Okay. Bye.

HI.

[they knock]

[Flora] Mattia, can I come in?

Yes.

Hi, do you know who I am?

I'm Flora, the girls' mother.

Welcome Among Us.

We're sailing, do you want to come on?

It will be fun.

- I'll join you, yes. - Sure, whenever you want.

Later.

[Flora] To your battle stations, women!

[Gaia] Yes sir, captain!

[Flora] Come on, let's go.

[Flora] Mara, can you help me pull up the fenders?

[Marcello] Mara, enough with that phone. Give me a hand, come on.

- [Flora] Did you hear dad? - [Gaia] Leave her alone.

[Roberta] He's 16, dad.

16 years old. I did them in April.

Are you happy now?

No, I've never been happy.

Not even when I was born?

Yes, when you were born, yes.

I was happy.

I should have killed myself that day.

And yet you're still alive, dad.

You're still alive.

[horn]

[Peter] Mattia!

[Peter] Mattia!

[horn]

[Peter] Mattia!

[Peter] You're 16!

You are 16 years old!

Sixteen!

I will always be there.

Did you see? Swim!

Then you knew.

I'm your grandfather, right?

Hey!

Yes!

Yu-hu!

[Mattia] We stayed together for another five years.

Together until the last day.

Then I left, like grandma Sara. In his sleep, without making a sound.

We went to live in his house.

I enrolled in the Faculty of Chemistry

and I started writing again.

I saw him at his desk very early in the morning.

Or at night, as if he were ashamed.

Then, last year, after his death,

I opened his drawer and found an envelope for me.

It was the story of that last week of September that we had lived together.

Maybe he wouldn't even have wanted it published. Who knows.

If so, I disobeyed him.

What you are about to read is Pietro Rinaldi's latest novel.

My grandfather.

Have a good trip.

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