VIII
Saturday 29th August 2020
Second morning at my parents' house. While waiting for news from Chiara, I take the opportunity to go to the hairdresser. Does it seem strange that I go to a hairdresser instead of a barber? The strange thing is actually another: I live in Siena, but I don't have a hairdresser there, not in Senigallia where my parents live, but in Pesaro. It's far, uncomfortable, but I would never change it. The reason is simple: Gloria, my hairdresser, she is good. She is because she does her job with dedication and precision. Work is like making love: it is not important
how much but how do you do it, if you put passion and enthusiasm into it.
With hair that looks like Zaytsev's, the tsar of national volleyball, I go back to Senigallia with my Leon and head to the water
