How to continue

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At the beginning of the drama, I found myself leaving Italy. I was too young, but at 15, I preferred to go to boarding school in England with international people. However, each nationality made group with their respective one, I was alone. There were two Italians who reflected the feeling of exclusion that I already […]

FALLEN SUPERHEROES

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The outskirts of cities are strange places, architecturally empty but if you look deeply into them, there is life inside. The council flats are all the same, like human hives, where lives are a great variety of people, poor people, pensioners, traffickers, immigrants, apartment mice, workers, drug addicts and families. All there, together, to share […]

The pieces I have deleted

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Receiving help from other’s compassion. Or just for their superficially felt burden?  No one looks at people’s pain in their eyes. Not knowing what I feel other than desperation to which one dies. My closed off run for, better a blade to my throat  But nobody listens to me I’m dead no expressions on my […]

Like a golden fish

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We are embraced on mother’s bed. Tomorrow will begin a new chapter of our lives. We, inseparable brothers, united by an unusual destiny. I hold his hand, I look at it, and every time I lose it in his green eyes, so deep and mysterious that you can never figure out what is he feeling. […]

No one grows alone

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I thought I was already big because I knew how to take care of myself and who was close to me, without asking anything to anyone. I always found ways to solve my problems in my own way. It was a long time that I was living in the streets. I was in an abandoned […]

I chose to live for me and for my daughter - WeFree

I chose to live for me and for my daughter

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Sitting on the couch watching at the Christmas tree lights that illuminate intermittently. It’s snowing outside. Right now I am thankful to live far from the city center. In the driveway of my neighborhood a few cars occasionally pass. Only a few cars. Christmas. New year’s Eve. The holidays. To cast away this wistful thinking, with a phone card I draw a white line of cocaine that I snort fast and furiously, as I’ve been doing so for days, since I answered that call, that call that I had expected for days, “Mom ….hi. I can’t come for Christmas Mom … I’m staying with Dad. It’s better. So you can take care of yourself Mom … Do you understand? I love you. Bye. “ My daughter. The shot of coke rises. Clenching my jaw, clenching my fists I get up and go to the window. The patio is covered with snow. On the grass, whitewashed and scattered, the remains of the gifts that I had prepared for her, for my little girl and that I have now destroyed blinded by anger and pain caused by those words. I’m crying right now. I am crying because that pain does not pass despite cocaine, despite the alcohol, […]

Wondering who I was

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I was dying inside … Middle school came. With me were two friends with whom I had always hanged around even at elementary school, and in that entirely new situation I stayed very close to them.  I was timid, closed and when I was with them I could feel a little safer. Because of my […]

When I was like them …

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When I was like them … I could run on my heels for whole nights without feeling them. Now, after half an hour my feet ache, so I walk barefoot or wear my trainers and … I’m happy. When I was like them … I drank to forget and I felt great. Now, I cry […]