Goodbye, sweetest person I ever knew. I wonder how many of your steps helped smoothing out those stones during these ninety-two years. That same church where my father used to play where my parents met where you went, luckily, not too often: you were too smart for that. You, the first person whom I seeked comfort You, the first person to go to receive a smile You, the first person to read my books * before they were even thought to be published You, the joy and light-heartedness of a whole family You, the positive face, you the matter-of-factness I will never thank you enough for all the times you made me laugh you made me think you made me look at myself in a different way you found just the right word at the right moment For all the stories of past times of the bombing of Milan of the partisans you had the courage to hide of a world that is no more. This is what I want to remember: your oh-so-smart look, your laugh, your milanese dialect mixed to tuscan, your steps on those stones You always, undramatically, simply being there.