Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The youth of two girls
Year of the mouse. September 28th 2008. 1:30 pm. I just got out of my office, that is a few meters from here, and taking advantage of the lunch break, while all my other colleagues eat their meal day in a bar below the large building where I work, I'm here, as all days during the hour break, lying on a deserted pier in a marina near, and trying to meditate, I throw a few pebbles into the water, with my eye that wanders through the cloudy sky of late summer and the flat sea beneath me, and my fantasy imagine the ripples that formed in the water at every my throw of stone, are in fact moving clouds in the air by sending subliminal messages. I am, as usual, disappointed and embittered about my day and I wonder about what tomorrow will bring, and on which might happen or come true thing that can change my life, and finding no clear answer from the waves or clouds that are, and having no other source of inspiration that can be taken, unfortunately, I interrupt my stone throwing and I take from my backpack a novel that I bought two days ago and that I read in one breath. In summary the author of this novel, in line with my current state of mind, by means of this tale full of situations, sometimes paroxysmal, tells me that the search for an evolution in the social field too hasty, inevitably leads to failure. Instead be humble and admit mistakes makes us happy and wiser. It is a novel that tells the story of two girls, two girls like many others, that, to be honest at first seemed trivial and even childish, but that at the end got me thinking how many errors we committed in our youth, through ignorance or just bad luck, and how much unfortunately is difficult to send to hell, everyone and everything and then not suffer the consequences.
Anna and Lucia were born in Borneo 50 years ago and have always been good friends. From small they played with their dolls and the wild pets that were found in outskirts of the small farms of their parents. Anna was daughter of Paolo and Giulia while Lucia had only the father Antonio as the mother died putting her to the world. The small farms of the two children were contiguous to the margins of a beautiful and luxuriant tropical forest. The morning was aroused with the melodious song of birds, and after making a rich breakfast, they came back to play free and happy. Antonio had constructed an elementary seesaw with which the two children passed their time joyfully. Moreover they had received in gift from parents two little domestic monkeys with which they amused a lot. They had learned to
