Dear schoolmates

We schoolmates, perhaps of our second class of the primary school.

The day before yesterday, yesterday, today, tomorrow, tomorrow the other.

I have gone out with my wife for the last purchases for the supper of the last of the year. I was still closing the door when, two brothers that I have been knowing for sixty years, have passed to my shoulders.
Hi brothers, we know each other for a long time!

And after this casual encounter, crossing the streets of Treviso, our city, I looked at the faces of a lot of people that I met. I tried to meet faces of known people.

I met a lot of people, but few faces of already known people.

Then I have been more careful, also in the faces of the elderly people, looking for traces that they could remember who they were. The situation is not changed, despite the greatest attention. Perhaps I have met a known face, also only of sight, every two or three hundred met people.
It seemed me impossible not to meet many more known faces. In my memoirs I knew, at least of sight, many inhabitants of the city of Treviso.
Today was not this way!

I hope that is due of today's moment. Otherwise I have thought about being a survivor. The definition of survivor marveled me in a first moment.

Then I have appraised that could be a reality the being a survivor, in comparison to so many people that I knew.
A reality that, tomorrow the other, will bring me to the threshold of the sixty-eighth year of my life.
Often I forget the time that is departed from my arrival here, in Treviso.

Dear schoolmates, perhaps of our second class of the primary school.

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