I read a name in a mailing list last thursday; that name was the same one of a friend of mine when I was a child, Michele B. (oviously I'm not going to write his surname here!).
I decided to try the luck and write him, asking if he lived in my same town when he was a little child.
He said yes. He was the same Michele I played with until we were 5 and he followed his parents away from the town. I remember I missed him a lot...
On saturday, I went to my parents' house in town, and spent a couple of hours with a box of old photos. It took a while, but I finally got home with four photos, that I passed through the scanner and put on the Internet for Michele to see them.
There was Michele (nearly) alone in the first, his mother in the second, his father in the third.
The fourth was a group photo taken during my fourth birthday party. I was amazed looking at the smiles of all the children there: no sadness, no bad remebers, no worries in those eyes, just happiness.
Looking at those smiles, I realized that no adult man can smile the same way (unless they are really happy with their life). And that I missed a friend so much.
Welcome from the past, Michele. I hope we won't lose each other again, and that we can meet soon.
