"Isn't it a bit early to start smoking?" she had said to him.
"And how old were you when you started?" he had replied.
"At fourteen, I think!"
"Well, I’m fifteen. I’m in II B."
She had lit his cigarette. Having never smoked in his life, as soon as the smoke reached his throat he began to cough. He ran to the bathrooms, without even saying goodbye to the object of his desires, threw the cigarette into the toilet and rinsed his mouth with tap water. What a great impression he’d made!
Leonardo had not had an easy adolescence. He had just turned fourteen when, a few days before Christmas 1988, that tragic accident occurred in which both his parents lost their lives. They were going to a nursery outside the city to buy some poinsettias to give to relatives and friends. The days were short
