Whatever happens I'll bring back good memories.
This morning I came to Cagliari with all my luggage and there I began to enjoy the positive effects of a very bad situation. Review the colors of the sky and sea outlined by strong winds was the best welcoming committee or, rather, Welcome back. Then I went to my house and there I found my wife, blessed her, returning from his work. A series of joys that made me return from the sadness and melancholy in these days is around to all newsrooms. Especially when, on Saturday night, I documented the unreal emptiness of Treviso. I was sbaraccare, there was no one and were more or less 22, the peak time when you had to always close the newspaper and maybe late, but it was closed forever. Aware that the day would break everything from the beginning. An awareness that the other day in the newsroom was not there, since there was not even a newspaper. Tomorrow should get laid off for the signature that may be outlined better our future ... but I do not know what to think ... then I care to delineate the most of my present and this afternoon, before greeting the resistant Viale Trieste, I will go straight to the Poetto. Mal common, half bath.
