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Claudia Semperboni
My place in the life
My place in the life
Copyright © 2012 Zerounoundicis Editions ISBN: 978-88-6578-161-6
In cover": Enchantment cinabrio" of the artist Gianni Bologna
Entirely devoted
to whom has taught me
to be
to love
and above all
to live.
Thanks
First of all, an immense thanks to the House Editrice 0111 Editions, that you/he/she has believed in this project of mine and the realization of the dream of a life has made possible (after all of my vain attempts and the" No, we Are not Interested".); thanks also to those few people that knew about this book and that you/they have always repeated me to try us, because it was worth of it; thanks to Gianni for the cover; thanks to my family that has always left me free to make my choices; thanks to whom is now nearby me, because it has to bear to crazy head as me.
But above all, thanks to whom has believed never in me, to whom has made me the shoes, to whom has taken around me, because so I have shown theirs that perhaps something I am worth.
Claudia
Preface
Have I wanted this story because has happened me to reach a certain moment of my life and to say: and now?
I felt me empty, not realized, deprived of every satisfaction.
I felt the need to have to fill my life with something of concrete, that could leave somehow a sign.
It turns and it turns the idea you/he/she has come to mind to write a book.
Impassioned as they are of reading I have thought: I could try us and even, if God sends me her good, the thing also goes to good end.
The idea of the history of it Feels happy you/he/she is exploded in head so, without going to look for her/it.
I looked for a stimulating history, charming, even dismal, considering that my passion they are the books horror, better if of Stephen King.
Instead this story was born, written with simple words and so much feeling.
Don't I sincerely know how idea was born of" my place in the life", but have I/you/they been conditioned from the fact surely that I didn't find job and I always wondered me: thing I will do in the life?
Claudia Semperboni
This way you/he/she can be the life.
I have always sustained that life is strange; in some cases, when we desire something with the whole soul, we don't succeed in even not seeing realized her/it if we lived thousand years, while in others we see to materialize himself/herself/themselves in front of our eyes things and situations that we would never have imagined or hoped to see.
It was a warm night of end spring when I came to the world and my parents already day-dreamed on my future and on what I would be been able to become; I was theirs before and only daughter and they were waited for so much by me.
My mother temporarily left the job to be able to be nearby me and to contribute with his/her own desires to my growth and my formation. Also dad came more often to house and didn't lose occasion to take me on the knees and to tell me thing had done to the job; you/he/she was a very intelligent man and full of ideas, ambitious and definite to become someone.
Mother read me as books and every time you/he/she invented new games. Soon, however, taken back the job and me I started to attend the kindergarten.
I was a normal child, I got along with my companions and I loved as the colors, to draw, to paint. It was really while I was making a quadretto to give to my parents, during the last year of kindergarten, that a faint had and falling I made to roll for earth all the crayons; the teacher immediately hastened howling hopelessly and making to move on a side all the children. When I gained back the senses I was stretched out on a little cot of the dormitory, surrounded by the teacher and by a smiling physician. My parents came after few minutes and my mother you/he/she had not entered the room yet that as one desperate already cried; my father was calmer but evidently worried. The physician immediately reassured them and conducted them toward the window that gave on the courtyard.
«It is not anything serious, you/he/she has had a small faint, perhaps for the warm one, but it will be enough to hold her/it to rest for the rest of the day.»
My mother tenderly embraced me and, with the help of dad, you/he/she loaded me on his/her car. Returning home I considered to that moment and the only thing that it returned me in mind it was the instant in which the sight had become cloudy me and I had not seen anything.
I will never forget the first day of school: I wore the black grembiulino with the blue bow and under an attractive Scottish vestitino purchased by mother two days before. I stormed my mother with thousand questions while she kept on repeating me:
«Bushels you, will like calm and everything will be all right. After all we have gone all to school and we are saved in front of this there" monster" of our society!»
It had really reason, because me ambientai immediately and even I had a good time having to make the assignments. In a certain sense I felt me important and busy, as if I were to work in the office. Some times I also faked to be the owner of a firm and to give orders to dependent imaginary.
My parents were fierce of me, also because I didn't give them problems.
They started, however, to worry himself/herself/themselves some when I was already to the middle school and I had tied with a girl that lived not away from us. Was gives birth not of a man very well seen from our parts and, considering that she in school didn't hock him as would have owed, my parents kept on repeating me that I had to think more about the study, don't frequent companies that would have brought me on the «bad road» and. in short: was now that thought dark burdens to future my! They often day-dreamed on thing I would have been able to do from great and they feared that frequenting Laura I would have been able to throw to the air my life and to make my meaningless existence. Was absurd! I was only thirteen years old and I had the right to have a good time me.
And it was really to the party for my fourteenth birthday that I had a good time from crazy. Mother had given me the permission to organize a true party to our house and to invite all of my friends, inclusive Laura. I will always remember me that a week before the event I was already all shaken because my best friend had promised me that would have brought his/her cousin Mark, for which I was taken me a small crush. We say that it was the most beautiful boy that I/you had ever seen; it was sixteen years old, a discreet physicist, played very well to kick, but above all you/he/she possessed two incredibly deep eyes in which, every time that I saw him/it and he greeted me, I lost me without hope imbambolata staying as a fis
h I boil. Once, even, seeing that I stared at him/it and I didn't utter word, he/she asked me:
«You are not very well?»
I became red fire and I answered:
«No, rather. The fact is that ago rather warm here!»
Sinned that were in full winter and for the roads there was also the snow.
Luckily Laura, that he/she knew everything about me, informed him on the tastes and the habits of his/her cousin and discovered that it was the more courted of his/her school but it also had a particular liking for me. It seemed too effortless and unreal but during my party I had the occasion to personally ascertain him/it, even if with a point of bitterness and disappointment.
The very day it arrived and I was so euphoric that succeeded to make to abuse me from his/her/their mother.
«But', is it everything hello? Can I go to change me? Are you sure that there was room for anything? It would be better perhaps.»
«In short you have ended? It has been being for this morning that I/you/he/she torture me with your questions and I have already told you that it is everything hello. Do they miss your friends only and do I think that you don't want to welcome them with the gymnastics overall I set, correct?»
«Excuse but', you are right, but the fact is that I am so happy for this party that. that.»
To the sudden one I saw everything puntinato, as if