15I studied and I had many friends but I was beginning to feel the need to have some lire.
I exploited, as far as I could, the hobby I had for painting: I painted postcards I put in storage at a tobacconist for possible sale, but, to tell the truth, these did not produce much: they just paid for them, one pound, when with a lira you could have a coffee and a newspaper, including tip. One day, however, the tobacconist let out a little secret: one of the best customers was, none the less, my father! Including everything but I could only ignore the thing!
At that time I also collaborated with several literary newspapers, naturally for the youth: the "Capriccio" of Sesto San Giovanni, the "Ideal" of Naples, of which I soon became an editor, but this was an activity that rendered little or no
