Part 013 · ~4 min read

What a day! We had to host a delegation from the UNHCR today. I find it amusing that some countries are part of it, but what can I say? This is how this dirty world goes, and I do not think it will ever change. One hundred fifty people represent 78 countries, including translators, secretaries, etc. I sometimes wonder why we don’t abolish languages and opt for one. I don’t know, it hasn’t to be English, it can be Swedish or Danish or Swahili but, for God sake, so much money is wasted for this Babel’s thing.

Anyway, it was my lucky day. I went to play the Italian lottery, which today has a 100 million Euro Jackpot, and I won 5 euros just playing it. I do not normally gamble; I wouldn’t say I like it, but, you know, 100 million euros is worth trying, and I spend 10 Euros every couple of days.Today was hot, and they say it will get hotter. I am waiting for August to see what will happen in Italy when normally the heat makes people think with their dicks, and they start killing girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, lovers, wives and so on… And it becomes the “Summer thriller”. I am sure that every single day, there are murders, but in Summer, with the politicians on holiday, there is not much the papers can write. People on the beach need something to replace our Prime Minister’s dirty businesses, and the TV series interrupted to prevent people from missing 20, 30, or 90 episodes of a series that goes on for 20 years…Anyhow, tonight I will see my best mate for dinner. I think we will go out of Rome for a bit of fresh air. He told me that he has to talk to me, and I am really thrilled to know if this time he is worried about his hair loss, about him being a day older than yesterday or his dick-measuring half an inch less and not reaching a full erection… He is a great guy but finds it hard to show it. Perhaps he had fights with his girlfriend because he cancelled yesterday and seemed annoyed. I think that the only thing that could piss him off about his girlfriend is if she got pregnant, but, in this case, she wouldn’t be bearing his child as he did a snap many years ago after he impregnated his cousin… I still remember the story. His uncle was furious and took him to a hospital to get the operation done. Since then, the families have not talked to each other, and even when his mother died some time ago, none of her relatives went to the funerals. My father would have said, “They are good people” because nobody was at the service, but I know they are not good people. Frankly, it is still a mystery to me what his father does for a living, but I know that they are loaded but remain enriched and poor.On the other hand, my father comes from a very good family, blue blood crap and so on, but when my dad was a child, they fell into disgrace and took him a few brilliant ideas to get back to wealth, and he didn’t forget any of his brothers and sisters. My mother has always been very supportive, and even her family enjoys the wealth dad made. It’s nice to be all together. Christmas is the time of the year. All 50/60 of us spend time together in the family house in the Sabina region, not far from Rome.I was not brought up having everything I wanted. I never got a toy I wanted, I never got a mobile phone or anything electronic up to 18, and I have been dreaming all my life of getting a motorbike, exactly like Mario did. He was 16, and his father bought him a motorbike that he could not even drive due to his age, but he managed to crash it anyway, and his father took to court the borough because the road level was uneven. Due to the shock, his son was sent on holiday to Switzerland and missed a month of school. Of course, he passed anyway: his father was one of the main contributors to our private school.The only things my father gave me were education, affection, food, and books. This was enough for me to graduate from the US and get a PhD in Britain. I must admit that sometimes I used to envy Mario, but as time went on, I started thinking that I was the lucky one.Very often, I write about him in my diary. He is my only friend, even if for him, I am sure, I am just an alternative to everyone and everything else, but I don’t care: I like him. I used to hate him before, but only when I was in the States I realised how much I missed him in my life. Sometimes I read my diary and remember how sad I was over there… People love being in a campus, I hated it. I was still fat and a nerd… anyway, things have changed, I feel much better now.Shit, nearly seven and still must get ready, and I do not even know where we are going for dinner. Let me give him a call!See you guys!