LXIX
While he was tidying up his house, Giovanni Armerini paused again on the photo that he found a few days before, he thought about who that two people with him could be and, not finding an answer, he got back chores.
When those duties ended, he decided, though, to do a research to try to figure out if he had other pictures that portrayed him with them: he hoped that possible other pictures would have made him remember something, a particular event that could explain him the identity of the two strangers with whom he has been immortalized.
He leafed through everything and he found a photo album that, probably, was made by photos in some holiday destination: he figured out that he went on holiday with a younger man, but he couldn’t remember either the place nor the moment.
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