In life we often have to choose in a final and binding way. When this happens a part of us remains tied to the reality that we left, to the affection we had to sacrifice, choosing the one that seemed most important to us. But then we hardly wish to know how it would end if we took that road, if we turned to a different corner. When I left the United States, the decision was not mine, it were the events to decide on my behalf and in the following years, as time pushed me far from that reality, something grew in me making me feel always more a part of it. My Italian life has been wonderful, here I created my family, I had always near great and true friends, feelings that I would not give up for anything in the world. Now that I have lived a few days, which I fully enjoyed, along with Nancy and Allison, wonderful hours stolen to everyday life, I realize that if I had stayed in the United States I would have had wonderful friends, indissoluble affections, because the important is not WHERE we are, but WHO we are. Nancy and Allison have left and will soon return to their reality, as I am already immersed in mine. This breath of air has ruffled for a while my hair and wiped away the tears that I held for years. And now that I’m back watching the sea and the horizon from my window, I know what has always been there for me on the other side of the world.

The Goodbye card my American friends and schoolmates geve me when I had to return to Italy

I found them and with Nancy we met agin in Rome after 40 years!