Mario and I had been, for all the years of high school, peers and also of study why, since always in the afternoon, we studied together. After graduation I, son of employees, enrolled in the university while Mario started working in his father's small company. After three years and another year lost in unnecessary and free internships, I returned to the village and while waiting for a competition, an opportunity, something, Mario offered me to collaborate with him. Using technology and some good ideas, we managed to create a parallel activity, for him an extra profit, for me a base. After a while I found a place as a municipalclerk, but in the afternoon I was always with him and we continued to carry on our small company. It seemed that everything went good until, on the occasion of the patron festival we knew and made friends, with a strangely assorted couple: he in his forties, Neapolitan, a good person, simple, polite and kind and above all that hung from her lips, Russian, much younger, very beautiful indeed enchanting, intelligent and adorable. A meeting of destiny, not so much for us although I would have done crazy for her but Mario, always lucid and reflective, kept me in the right limits, but for them, we helped in a fortuitous and dramatic circumstance and that changed in some way, our life and that of many people.
