29In Piazza Vittoria in Napoli there was the note "Gioielleria Ventrella" (it still exists). The son of the owner, Renato, was a dear friend of mine; we had known each other since childhood and we had almost always spent together our first youth. Who should I contact for the purchase I had to make?
I went to him and the welcome I had was fraternal. He showed me many rings, but only one attracted my attention: it seemed simple, but it was artistically worked: white gold and glitter. He told me: "You must take it, if you always believe in my friendship."
I had no reason to doubt it: I liked it as soon as I saw it. He was truly a sincere and precious friend like the ring he gave way to me.
"Renà, now tell me how much I have to pay you".
His answer could have been like any merchant like th
