LVIII
The next morning, Luigi woke up stiff: he didn’t sleep well during the night, maybe because of what happened that afternoon.
He drank a tea with a few cereal biscuits, so he tried to rest and relax, watching what was on TV.
In absolute silence he started thinking about some things: about his work, about the fact that he has been on a sick leave for a long time now, about his rehabilitation sessions, that, together with the long walks he went for on his will, were taking him back to a much healthier condition than when he was recovered in hospital and in comparison to the early days after his recovery too, about his headache, that didn’t seem to leave or, better, that went away but it came back with a certain regularity, without any truce, and about the painkillers that he felt obl
