I never dreamed my house from 6 April 2009. During the first months of 2010 I had a beautiful dream: I walked around with my backpack and, opening it to take the megaphone, you're inside the furniture in my house in miniature.
Last night I dreamed that I was given a new home, via Strinella. I was happy and my kids said, "does not seem true, I look out the window and I can not see the campaign, but as Strinella. And the image behind the curtains was exactly what I saw as a student in my small house on a Strinella 8, where I lived for four years with my brother on the ground floor, and then again for two more, on the third floor, in the apartment of my good friend, Deborah, moved to the U.S., and then for a couple of years, to be married. David made the first steps right there, in Strinella.
What a dream! And the strange case!
My, that now unusable, I miss him so much. I go there often, even if it is prohibited. Because there have lockers and changing seasons. But there's more.
When it became known that my house had been rated "E", ie with structural damage, and that therefore the reconstruction would be long, my brother said to other parents: "How will Giusi without her home, she is everything. " It made me tenderly and I wondered why he had that feeling.
Indeed so, and it definitely is for many others.
My house contains everything about me, not only spiritually but also physically. I am a person who keeps everything from books (even those of the various schools my children), to clothes when I was younger, the maps of all the cities I visited, the photos (all), a glass Cocktail of my mother, posters, exhibitions (including the "Mona Lisa"), the blue ribbon of the birth of their children, memories of distant places kitsch, 's diary when I was a teenage cross-country skiing. ... And my evenings at home were never annoying. I like to open a drawer and find a forgotten piece of life.
And today I opened this drawer in a dream. Where I found myself a student facing a window, in Strinella.
rebuild our homes soon, not to recover from too many years, in those drawers, only sadness.
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