I considered my friend a good person, let"s say almost normal. In any case, one with whom you can enjoy a nice little holiday together, relaxing without a care in the world. He’s single too, has a passion for tennis and good food, and other interests similar to mine: and I have to say that the holiday was successful.
Browsing through the postcards he was about to send – just a few, like mine - I unexpectedly discovered that in addition to the one for his mother, which he had made me sign, there was another strange one which he had not mentioned to me. He was sending it to his own home but to a girl, and he had signed himself with another name. I would have expected some weirdness from him, a newly graduated engineer, perhaps of a technological type: I had not considered that even this cat
