Chapter 28
My friend Vittorio left this world in his hospital bed during the night between December 31, 2000 and the first day of the new millennium, around 10:00 pm, while in the streets, as happened every year, the hubhub began early, with the launching of many firecrackers and whistles, disturbing a Turin no longer subject to the atrocities of the Ear Monster. Vittorio, however, had not had to endure all that noise and had remained in a medically induced coma, a very reserved prognosis, to the very end.
Only I had been by his side in his last hours.
A couple of years earlier, my friend had entrusted me with an envelope containing a receipted invoice and a sheet of paper with his last will, appointing me as executor. I opened it the morning after his death, to know first of all what t
