Men of heart ... "Amanda" As promised here's a preview of the story written by me:
Amanda
It's a warm December morning, missing a few days before Christmas, the children are in Kindergarten and my wife went out to buy the last gifts to put under the tree. A house is unusually quiet. It's snowing outside and my thoughts are lost in the horizon and looking at those white fluffy flakes falling on the roofs of nearby houses. It makes me think of winter, now far away, in the year 1993. I came in Rovereto from La Spezia to take up in the historic Tobacco Factory. The first day of my work was December 23 and that day when I woke up, Rovereto was a town all white. The image then was similar to today. But today the sight of those tender flakes fall gives me a feeling of extraordinary peace, feeling that I had when I arrived in Rovereto absolutely for the first time, maybe because I was young, still inexperienced and uncertain about what life would have it preserved. At the age of 22 years was not easy to leave family, friends and all the places dear to me to move to a city that I knew absolutely nothing.
Luckily I am not a person lose heart, and by attending the University of Trento in the parish, shook the first friendships. And so a friend invited me to a carnival party in the Parish of St. Catherine February 15th (I still remember the date ...). I accepted immediately. Over the weekend
before the party I went to visit my parents in La Spezia and I was able to find a dress to wear to the carnival that night. I found a camouflage suit that had belonged to my uncle, I tried and I must say, that seemed made for me.
The night of the party got quite accurate: I do not remember exactly how many people were not even remember their faces. At one point, I think they were about nine o'clock, the door of the room where I was invited along with the other, come three girls sit down, talk, laugh and dance. Meanwhile I continued to talk and dance. But then, towards the end of the evening, the music changes and formed the first couple: I decided to invite to dance just one of the three girls who had come last. As you enter I had hit the girl with brown hair: she was not in form, was wearing jeans and a sweater with colored stripes. In that moment I realized what I had fascinated her: the first impression I had was a simple girl, sincere, honest, short, the classic good girl. I asked: "What's your name?" She said: "Amanda." What other name could never be more beautiful that girl? What other name could resemble the look of innocence? That name shook my head in the months ahead and when we met for the first time was printed in my memory like a photograph.
After that night, for a certain period of time we have not met. Was looking for among the people, trying to savor the essence of the first meeting between the sites return more than once, making long walks, dreaming of it at his side, kissing her and tell her to keep phrases of love, but she was not there.
finally met her, an unexpected encounter along the road leading to the train station. She was returning from the University with his brother, and I was going. We looked for a moment, but in our eyes lit up a different light. It was a quick encounter, fleeting but deeply intense. After some time I knew her when I saw her, her heart pounding in my chest until almost to bursting. The same thing had happened to me too.
Soon I decided that the following Saturday and Sunday I would not be returned to La Spezia, but I would go to Mass in St. Catherine, the place where a few months before I met Amanda in the hope of finding them to speak again. She was right there, he was singing in the choir, and it seemed even more beautiful than usual. Quitting Church, in front the last rays of sun lit up her face making it glow with an extraordinary light. As soon as I saw, almost blushing, greeted me shyly, I approached and talked a bit '. We decided to organize an output with other friends the following week. The days pass and finally comes the date established. When I see her, she is beaming with joy and my gaze is lost in the dazzling light of her eyes, that leaves me almost breathless. Suddenly our hands touch, touching, shaking one another, and she laid her head on my shoulder and I stroked her gently, whispers with a thin thread of voice that has never had a boyfriend and that I am the first man who embraced his father as well. It was Sunday, May 8, 1994.
been a few years, we have come a long way together and it was often uphill. We had some discussions, sometimes also important: the different way of thinking of our families of origin, has certainly been important to our being together, but this which for us was to be safeguarded from everyone and everything was right for our love. We have had pain, illness, bereavement, but we also had a lot of satisfaction and joy and always keeping us by the hand, mutual respect and above all trusting that good and merciful God, we came up here and together we built a piece of our lives.
Now I know why now see the falling snow gives me peace of mind, because today at my side is Amanda. Suddenly
play, my thoughts go back to reality ... I look out the window, I see that it does not snow on the road again and she is more beautiful than ever, holding the hand of our three beautiful children, Catherine, Lawrence and Frederick, who ask me to go with them to build a snowman. I get dressed, go down the stairs quickly, I open the door and crying, they embrace tenderly thanking God for letting data.
