2.3 USE YOUR ILLUSION - THREETwo hours after the photo shooting in the garage, I get out of the car and climb the seven steps that lead to my parents’ house. I lock the car, the lamppost placed in front of the dry wall highlights the electric blue colour of my car, which seems to sparkle.
As soon as my dad found out about Amedeo not being home, he told me to join them for dinner. I would have preferred to be alone at home tonight, but refusing a parent’s invitation gets us on a rather difficult path, which would trigger a whole lot of complicated questions about the denial itself: it is always better to trade a little healthy solitude for one’s mental health.
I take a look at the city that lies under the hill. The sky is clear and the urban lights shine faintly in the distance: from here
