It just happened.
I believe boredom had something to do with it.
I was at work, not much to do and from my window, I had a look at the green and the park surrounding the building where -I know, I am somehow just making a living rather than a career. But it does not matter, my future is elsewhere it is only a question of time.
So there I was watching black crows flying around, when my mind suddenly stepped in to a name that made my heart jump. ENZO.
I met him years ago, when I was enjoying my university life with lots of friends and parties. He stayed at mine for few days, he was holding conferences in one of the universities in the region. He has been and he still is –somehow, the most interesting and clever man I have ever met in my life.
Remembering him made me smile and nostalgia of those days came along.
I’m sure I still have his letters in one of the boxes where I packed everything that had to do with my university years. We had each other’s email addresses and phone numbers but we wrote each other letters instead. I will never forget his handwriting.
Nor his words.
So I googled his name. There was no other way I could find him.
A long list of websites appeared on my computer screen, and all had something to do with him. I managed to find one of his email addresses. I sent him an email.
I’m not sure he will reply, it has been years and years since we last spoke. God knows if he remembers me. Well, I gave it a try and that’s what counts.
I believe boredom had something to do with it.
I was at work, not much to do and from my window, I had a look at the green and the park surrounding the building where -I know, I am somehow just making a living rather than a career. But it does not matter, my future is elsewhere it is only a question of time.
So there I was watching black crows flying around, when my mind suddenly stepped in to a name that made my heart jump. ENZO.
I met him years ago, when I was enjoying my university life with lots of friends and parties. He stayed at mine for few days, he was holding conferences in one of the universities in the region. He has been and he still is –somehow, the most interesting and clever man I have ever met in my life.
Remembering him made me smile and nostalgia of those days came along.
I’m sure I still have his letters in one of the boxes where I packed everything that had to do with my university years. We had each other’s email addresses and phone numbers but we wrote each other letters instead. I will never forget his handwriting.
Nor his words.
So I googled his name. There was no other way I could find him.
A long list of websites appeared on my computer screen, and all had something to do with him. I managed to find one of his email addresses. I sent him an email.
I’m not sure he will reply, it has been years and years since we last spoke. God knows if he remembers me. Well, I gave it a try and that’s what counts.
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