Fabio Ferrari Pocoleri (Wave Garage) wanted to share this “Sea history” with RIWmag readers: life or pure invention?
The beautiful island of Barbados, a love complicated and of course windsurfing … (second and last part, here the first part)
“Turin on Saturday is very provincial, people pour into the streets with new clothes and polished pulled machines, ready to get noticed by friend or colleague. George and I try to blend in to the crowd that filled the streets of the old town, but it is an impossible task. The strong emphasis my colleague Roman noted and, you know, These days does not go unnoticed.
"It is five, I have to call Mackey ". I try to dial the number, but that annoying little voice tells me: "TELECOM Italy Mobile, the user you have called the Terminal might have turned off ". Try again later.
It is now dinner time, We are looking for a restaurant to eat and we find one very lovely. Red tablecloths, candles on the tables, In short, a truly intimate little place, too bad they are with my colleague and not plump with a nice girl. I try and try again to call Mackey, but his phone not’ signs of life. My phone is ringing, Maybe it's you? "Hello Max? I'm Lucius, I wanted to warn you that finally the 39 He released "toasts, I had just received the news that I had made a good Lottery win and, with time running, It certainly does not hurt. Try again to call Mackey. Nothing.
At this point I have a doubt: ” Maybe scared to see me again after so long?"I try to send a message to your phone; I am writing: "Your silence is, Maybe, due to the fear of change?”
Strange response is immediate. My phone is ringing, Finally she. "Max, It's not like you think, I'm going through unpleasant moments!”
The meeting is scheduled for the next day, the I have to go get in Novara. Meanwhile, the evening continues quiet; George and I drink, We eat and we pay a steep Bill. "Don't worry, We put everything into the company account ".
The evening continues in various places of the city; Despite the freezing cold, Turin is very hospitable, especially girls! Around midnight, we find ourselves in a place run by a Brazilian party with two girls just known. Arrived to the point, my colleague is back and decides to take back to the hotel. Thankfully the girl with whom I was clutching a "deep friendship" Decides to wait in the pub.
Download time George in her room, Unfortunately does not hold alcohol, and I find myself in the bed of my new friend.
I wake up with a terrible headache, but my only thought is to meet tonight, certainly not with the girl I was sleeping around. It's true, like in the movie "when Harry met Sally", the morning after, without even facing the woman with whom you just made love, can't wait to go away (I should go to a psychologist perhaps)!!!
It is the hour of the long-awaited meeting, I tremble and I'm excited as a 14-year-old to his first outing with the much awaited school. Maybe it's that I'm scared of changes, not so much those of Marilena as my: some hair in less, the physical fit and not the color of my skin is not exactly what I had at Barbados!
I call it tells me to wait downstairs. It's dark. I observe them carefully all passers-by trying to see some resemblance with the few, but well clear memories, I by Marilena. Here she is, is she, but it's too dark to see her well, greets me and I approach out of my car.
I remain breathless for a moment: is beautiful! Seems strange, is more fascinating and attractive than when I saw her the last time. Weather jokes.
Besides, he lost his eye and penetrating sweet dough eyes, adding a hint of mischief and sensuality that doesn't ever fail.
I find myself, suddenly to regret the past, because I have believed more in that relationship, because I haven't been bolder. In reviewing Marilena, I feel like I have the feeling that, Maybe, I might have something wrong: I hesitated when I was faced with a creature so perfect, While I threw myself headlong into a report full of uncertainties.
So, I'm with the mind to list the countless differences between my spouse and the newfound Marilena.
Let's have dinner at a small restaurant on the outskirts of Novara, a very quiet place, but a little bit hidden. My "friend", Maybe, He doesn't want to be seen in the company of a man for fear of gossip, ultimately she is a married woman.
Spend the evening pleasantly, in remembrance of times past and in an attempt to ripropormi the girl with whom I had not acted in the best way, disappearing suddenly in some sentimental adventure inabissarmi.
Now it's time to go home, get in the car and we are in that moment of silence due to the indecision to make certain choices. I am in doubt whether to try to kiss her or, to fade over time the meeting had with the one person that I have never ceased to love.
Unfortunately they are no longer the Max once reaped victims every night, the work, the couple's life and live in a city like Rome and frenetic dispersive, I have changed: now I'm no longer an extrovert and knowing how I was at the time of my stay in the Caribbean island.
We leave under his house as two good friends riproponendoci to see you again soon. Allotment to Turin in a deep state of loss, with a heart that emanates happiness from all over and the cold rational thought that brings me back to everyday life.
The return to Rome and’ traumatic, I keep thinking about those wonderful moments spent in Novara, but, at the same time I cannot look into the eyes of the woman alive.
I get up every morning thinking when I call the phone Marilena, trying to mask my emotions to Rosanna. I live in tormentandomi thought if breaking the relationship with my current company and throw myself into the arms of Marilena or, continue to pull ahead trying to forget. It's not easy.
Rosanna is a very special woman, He had a very difficult life. Before her mother's death, then the terrible accident which killed his two best friends, made sure her heart is hopelessly indurisse. At least that's the excuse, always pull on the ball, to make up for it by myself too much coldness in our relationship.
This is my real problem: every time I tried to leave because now tired of our relationship, I was with the remorse of conscience in seeing her suffer because of me.
I still hang out with my surfboard in the few spare moments that life gives me, It's been two years that I have no more news about Marilena, my relationship with Rosanna always proceeds in the same manner and, in those moments of pleasant solitude that I spend in the sea, I try to find an explanation to my choices.
Someone says "do the right thing" (do the right thing): "Let me know"!?!”
text: Fabio Ferrari Pocoleri 4 www.RIWmag.com
photo: Stefano Happy Surfing 4 www.RIWmag.com
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