Rome
Domenico arrived at the entrance of the Olimpico, lit up by the huge flood lights of the sports complex, by the cars whizzing down the street and the food sellers’ vans that were feeding the last patrons of the night.
He looked around without really seeing anything.
He thought of Nina"s words. He would never have expected it. To tell the truth, he had hoped that she wouldn’t have excuses, so as to leave it behind once and for all. One thing was certain: he no longer hoped that she, at one time, had loved him.
She had wanted to protect him. She had allowed him to face the world and return; and in that way she had allowed him to understand that she would have wanted it anyway.
He loved her and the world without her meant nothing to him.
He understood all the romantic comedie
