At this point I think that I should explain. Not that this blog has ever been visited by throngs of visitors, however, although some, from time to time, especially between close friends, a trip we did. It was a way to stay connected and to better endure the hardships of the week. It was a way, especially for me, to share my life with people walking to a step away from me, we two. Recently I wrote very little, in March, to this day, I published the misery of a post. Why? Some of you already know the reason, for others it will be a surprise, almost. I'm trying, rather we are trying (and I Deborah), to build a dream. Yes, I think that the word build is perfectly fitting because ultimately most of our free time and working part of what is systematically put into this. Yes, to build step by step.
To explain what I'm talking to those who are totally unaware of these thoughts I must make a leap back in time in sixteen years. It was, in fact, in June 1991 when Deborah and I talked for the first time the dream of opening a cafe-bookshop. Yes, in fact, one of those places where it's nice to sip coffee or tea and all around you are surrounded by books that reassure you, a place to escape the chaos and aggression of everyday life, a place where different humanity can meet and tell .
From that day on a summer of sixteen years ago, my life, and that of Deborah, has followed other paths, but the thought, that thought, there has never abandoned his closest friends know this very well because often have patiently listened to the description of our dream. Over the last year we pulled out of the dream from the drawer and tried to make it happen. With patience and tenacity we have tried to divert the path of our life towards a different path, perhaps more difficult, but certainly with a better view. All this to tell you that today, perhaps, this road is very near, a few more steps and we get there.
I will keep you updated.
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