I have decided to open a blog. Very well.
I told my mom. “Mammaaaa, you know I started a blog ?!”
“Well done my dear! About what?”
“Ehhh, of short stories”. I reply, while on my mind I’m thinking: “but I won’t tell much, maybe the blog it is not about stories”…
And I close the call with a slight sense of unease.
I call my friend Vale, to share my joy and my enthusiasm for a very private internet space.
“Friend, I started a blog!”
“Well done Vale!” She answered:“About what?”
Yet?!
But why? I didn’t know that blogs had to be thematic.
The same situation has always repeated for a lot of times.
Indeed, mine it was just a feeble attempt to tell, share, excite myself and others. To find an impassable private space, just to be myself without conditions in the virtual space. One space in space.
To begin, I would just like to share a story.
The story of a girl who, like many others, found herself doing a job to earn some money. She work as Hostess for a tobacco’s company in Milan. Through this work, made by hours and hours spent watching the tobacconists’ citizens, she discovers the city, but above all she turns out people. People who looks her only for a moment, people who most of the time judge her, people rushing and like a breath of wind leaves no trace and people that in a second remains indelible in the memory.
I want to tell about it and would like to do so in English. I apologize if there will be mistakes, purists of English, please not blame me. Mine is the school of “never mind, if it is understandable”.
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