It was a Saturday in April (the 20th to be exact: reading what follows you will understand how I can remember precisely the date), and with four of my favorite colleagues, all ‘losers’ like me, we decided to spend the evening going bowling.
We had just started playing on the first lane when a group of people, a bit younger than us and mostly girls, took their place in the two lanes next to ours.
“Antonio! Sara! Luisa!”
It was clear that our friend Giovanni already knew them, or some of them at least.
“Giovanni!” answered Antonio.
“You’re here too! What an honor to have champions like you next to us and see them play live. We should probably stop playing to watch you, we’d have something to learn. But didn"t you usually go to Ciampino to train?”
“Yes, but it’s closed there at the mome
