16I did not wait long to look for a job. I had been following the "job offers" column in the local newspaper "Il Mattino" for some time, but unfortunately, even then, the difficulties in obtaining a job were many.
An uncle of mine, my mother's brother, named Alfonso, had in the town of Sarno, in the province of Salerno, a delicatessen shop. I asked and I got to be interested in the sale of his products as part of my knowledge. So, I began to "do something"; but since the payments from the buyers were most often delayed over time, I wait a lot of time before seeing any small gain.
One morning, in my usual stroll, passing through Via dei Mille, one of the best streets of Naples at the time, I noticed on the threshold of a shop of wrought iron items, a young blonde. I stopped to browse and
