2.1 INTROI say hi to Mauro, busy reading the Giornale di Brescia every morning in his small glass house, and I head for the lifts.
A dark spot materializes down there. I continue with a slow pace and reach the area in front of the push button panel. The black spot greets me and I reciprocate. Maybe I smiled too much, but I did it naturally, surprised by the friendliness of a character with such a gloomy appearance.
The central lift reaches the ground floor and we go in. I’ve never seen him, but he behaves as if the place is very familiar to him, so I don’t think he’s an occasional visitor in the building. His gaze is gentle as he asks me what floor I’m going to.
«Seven, please» I smile. Maybe too much again. But this time I smile because of his hair, really messy.
After pressing the bu
