Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
All's well that ends well !
Yesterday, I spent the day with my dear friend Marco, we had lunch together at his country house , while we were listening to the birds chatter and the dogs were prancing around the garden, we started musing about the incredible circumstances that had allowed us to be enjoying such a pleasant time in such lovely surroundings, and he gave me permission to write on my blog his uplifting story
Marco has been one of my closest friends since the day he turned up at my door in a very grave state of depression , reeling with shock by the fact that his girlfriend had fallen in love with a woman and from one day to the next he had been kicked out of their shared home and his personal belongings returned along with all their personal photos cut in half !
At the time we were all single in our twentysomthing , relishing freedom , listening to beautiful music, flirting with ideals, experimenting love affairs and the makeshift dinner table was usually a mixture of spaghetti and wonderfully amusing conversation ! Marco blended in beautifully, he was very ironic and his sense of self depreciation were sometimes gloomy and at other times hilarious .
He lived in various accommodations, renting rooms and sharing flats all over town, and love filtered into and out of his life with always disastrous consequences . (not that we were doing any better) but Marco's stories were always touched with unusual aspects , he had parked his old banger of a car outside the Brazilian embassy in Rome, a bomb went off and destroyed only his car and the insurance refused to pay for the damage! . Who has ever heard of Brazilian terrorists anyway !
Eventually he ended up living in a tiny hovel in Via del Orso, which is a charming cobbled stoned street round towards the back of Pza Navona, his place was on the ground floor and damp and was positioned in a tiny courtyard. He shared it with his cat who seemed to be constantly pregnant! Every time I used to visit him, there would be always a new batch of kittens mixed in with his books .
To make matters worse, they started to build an elevator in the courtyard and after the noise of the building there would be a whooshing noise every time that they called the lift .
I would go often to Marco's hole (as he called it) and we would eat together with the whooshing noises and then go out for a coffee, he was becoming slightly despondent and his search for true love was diminishing as he felt he had nothing to offer. I remember one night particularly, it was raining and I could hear the noise of the drain pipes along with the damp on the walls and the kittens at my feet that I began to agree with him and could offer no consolation .
However I had my own life to worry about and one night I was watching the news on the television, and the sight of Marco's building flashed onto the screen, and I turned up the volume and there was the description of how an old lady on the top floor had left the gas on , and there had been a terrible explosion and had caused the complete collapse of the building , It had happened at lunch time and fortunately Marco had gone to meet friends for lunch but his cat was somewhere under the rubble !
Unlike, the car insurance people, the Rome authorities had a obligation to rehouse Marco in exactly the same area , and they gave him a beautiful apartment for a council price right next to Pza Navona, one of the most prestigious squares in Rome, we all danced with glee, it was like winning the lottery
.Eventually , they offered him the flat to buy and Marco bought it with someones money and made a high profit. He then proceeded to buy a villa outside of Rome and lives there with his young beautiful wife called Carla. His dusty (now sterilized) cat was found under the rubble three days after the collapse and spends her last days lying on his bed in the villa, with a smile on her face !
Marco has been one of my closest friends since the day he turned up at my door in a very grave state of depression , reeling with shock by the fact that his girlfriend had fallen in love with a woman and from one day to the next he had been kicked out of their shared home and his personal belongings returned along with all their personal photos cut in half !
At the time we were all single in our twentysomthing , relishing freedom , listening to beautiful music, flirting with ideals, experimenting love affairs and the makeshift dinner table was usually a mixture of spaghetti and wonderfully amusing conversation ! Marco blended in beautifully, he was very ironic and his sense of self depreciation were sometimes gloomy and at other times hilarious .
He lived in various accommodations, renting rooms and sharing flats all over town, and love filtered into and out of his life with always disastrous consequences . (not that we were doing any better) but Marco's stories were always touched with unusual aspects , he had parked his old banger of a car outside the Brazilian embassy in Rome, a bomb went off and destroyed only his car and the insurance refused to pay for the damage! . Who has ever heard of Brazilian terrorists anyway !
Eventually he ended up living in a tiny hovel in Via del Orso, which is a charming cobbled stoned street round towards the back of Pza Navona, his place was on the ground floor and damp and was positioned in a tiny courtyard. He shared it with his cat who seemed to be constantly pregnant! Every time I used to visit him, there would be always a new batch of kittens mixed in with his books .
To make matters worse, they started to build an elevator in the courtyard and after the noise of the building there would be a whooshing noise every time that they called the lift .
I would go often to Marco's hole (as he called it) and we would eat together with the whooshing noises and then go out for a coffee, he was becoming slightly despondent and his search for true love was diminishing as he felt he had nothing to offer. I remember one night particularly, it was raining and I could hear the noise of the drain pipes along with the damp on the walls and the kittens at my feet that I began to agree with him and could offer no consolation .
However I had my own life to worry about and one night I was watching the news on the television, and the sight of Marco's building flashed onto the screen, and I turned up the volume and there was the description of how an old lady on the top floor had left the gas on , and there had been a terrible explosion and had caused the complete collapse of the building , It had happened at lunch time and fortunately Marco had gone to meet friends for lunch but his cat was somewhere under the rubble !
Unlike, the car insurance people, the Rome authorities had a obligation to rehouse Marco in exactly the same area , and they gave him a beautiful apartment for a council price right next to Pza Navona, one of the most prestigious squares in Rome, we all danced with glee, it was like winning the lottery
.Eventually , they offered him the flat to buy and Marco bought it with someones money and made a high profit. He then proceeded to buy a villa outside of Rome and lives there with his young beautiful wife called Carla. His dusty (now sterilized) cat was found under the rubble three days after the collapse and spends her last days lying on his bed in the villa, with a smile on her face !
Friday, May 4, 2007
Dreaming !
I always thought that if I became a rock star (hardly likely as I can't sing or play any musical instrument!) I would have liked this photo of myself for my album cover !
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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