9th August 2011
Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:41 pm
My girlfriend's mother, who usually spend one month here with us during summer, just left. She comes here "in the mountains" because is much cooler than in the city.
Our dog Artù jumped on a seat nearby the kitchen windows, so he could see the car with her leaving. He was barking at her, like if he knew that she was leaving and one year needed to pass before he could see her again. There has always been a special feeling between them, and my girlfriend was almost jealous of her.
Her departure was always a sad thing, because somehow marked that another summer was almost over, another month has passed, another year of the life gone.
This year is even more sad, because my uncle Don Giulio was hospitalized and he's in serious conditions. I am very grateful to him for all he has done when I was younger. He bought me my first personal computer, the C64, on which I learned to code in basic. Then the Amiga 500, where I played with AMOS (a sort of game-dev basic). And so on until the PC when I was attending college.
If you liked any of my games, beside me you should thank him. Without his help, none of my games today would exists.
Yesterday had a crisis, and when I left the room I looked for one last time at him, knowing that it was the last time I would have seen him alive, since I now live far away and can't come see him often.
I don't know why I wrote this. Or maybe I know, because I needed to write it. Even if my English is not perfect, I've always wanted to write down my feeling/emotions. If you've read this, thank you for your time.
I look at the mountains in distance and I see dark grey clouds approaching. The summer has ended, doesn't it?
Our dog Artù jumped on a seat nearby the kitchen windows, so he could see the car with her leaving. He was barking at her, like if he knew that she was leaving and one year needed to pass before he could see her again. There has always been a special feeling between them, and my girlfriend was almost jealous of her.
Her departure was always a sad thing, because somehow marked that another summer was almost over, another month has passed, another year of the life gone.
This year is even more sad, because my uncle Don Giulio was hospitalized and he's in serious conditions. I am very grateful to him for all he has done when I was younger. He bought me my first personal computer, the C64, on which I learned to code in basic. Then the Amiga 500, where I played with AMOS (a sort of game-dev basic). And so on until the PC when I was attending college.
If you liked any of my games, beside me you should thank him. Without his help, none of my games today would exists.
Yesterday had a crisis, and when I left the room I looked for one last time at him, knowing that it was the last time I would have seen him alive, since I now live far away and can't come see him often.
I don't know why I wrote this. Or maybe I know, because I needed to write it. Even if my English is not perfect, I've always wanted to write down my feeling/emotions. If you've read this, thank you for your time.
I look at the mountains in distance and I see dark grey clouds approaching. The summer has ended, doesn't it?
