LXXI
One day, during the chores, Giovanni Armerini stopped again on the picture where he was pictured with those two men, one in his thirties and an older one.
How is it that I can’t really remember anything about these two people? How did we meet? Where? Not remembering anything of my own past is a weird feeling. I feel uncomfortable. And suddenly, it’s like I’m starting my life from scratch, as if I was reborn and I have to do everything zero: familiarize myself, looking for friends, realizing who’s your family…
The man decided to ransack everywhere, looking for possible other pictures that could help him remember his past.
He was satisfied when he found an album. He saw a kid that, in different pictures, was running in a field with a man close to him, probably his dad, and in compan
