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What’s your superpower

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Last night my mom, remembered an episode of my childhood. Out of the blue I asked her  if I would ever be able to read minds… telepathy looked more alluring than wasting time playing with dolls.

My mother, as a very pragmatic woman answered with a plain, short, “No.”

Because she already knew what kind of curious brat I was. And right away a chirping “why” followed.

“It’s simply impossible. What do you need that for anyway?” 

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Evening thoughts

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“Sir… Sir, please just 100 lek* please, I am starving!” his voice breaking.

“You can forget about it. I am willing to buy you something to eat, whatever you want, but I ain’t giving you any money. Understood?”

“But they will beat me, they will think I spent it on food… please I am begging you, pleaseeee…” there was panic in his voice but nevertheless he was trying to keep a steady eye contact with pleading teary eyes. Yeah, yeah, I know they train you quite well, but you are not fooling me!

“Then NO!”

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Weird Dream

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I was tired, actually exhausted and irritated. Another fight with mom about tattoos… What’s the “bound to earth for eternity” supposed to mean and what’s that got to do with getting ink done anyway??

When is this damn bus getting on the way? Can’t wait to get back home. Don’t look at me mom, I am not coming over there. Sitting in the back, suits me just fine, right?


Oh I had fallen asleep, for how long? Mmmm, nice landscape, but still too far from the city.

“Slept well?”- I hear a humming soothing voice next to me.

I turn my head, and I see a familiar face, but I am quite sure, I don’t know her.

“Ugh yeah!”- she is mesmerizing, a hypnotic light on her so dark eyes. I just can’t focus on anything else. I sense her talking and smiling, but can’t make any sense, and I see myself from the outside replying back, there is a background noise during our brief conversation.

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Italian ChaT Part III

Dear reader, I really hope you are enjoying the short novel I am writing. So this is Part III, as usual, I will keep updating the story every Friday. I am still shaping the plot, but I’ve got the general line all set, for now… hehehe who knows… what might happen later.

However, below you will learn something more about the characters. Some might think that I am taking my time, but I need to give a complete view and background, as that will also affect the protagonist’s life afterwards. So be patient and enjoy.

Again, I suggest you to read the first two parts, before going on. As the story develops from this point on, you would miss details and information needed to understand better the course of events. Part I “Italian ChaT” , “Italian ChaT Part II”.

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“They grew apart?”

“Alessio was the oldest. He wanted to be a support to our family, eager to change the world. He wanted to see a new Italy, empowered and industrialized but as idealistic as it looked, he was also impatient and wanted things to happen or to change real fast. With this fascist breeze, he saw the chance, that opportunity he was looking for…”

“He joined the Fascist Party???”

“Yes, he joined the Party at first… he was determined in his cause. He thought that changes, good ones were about to happen. Finally Italy would be able to reign the world, just like it had long ago deserved to. Yes, that’s what he thought. At some point, I think he lost vision of what was supposed to be his mission in life. He began to feed himself with anger and rage… The more he got involved with the party, the more we could see him transform… He was slowly drifting away, being so absorbed with the ideas of his beloved brothers who supported him… His real family began to resemble more and more with the enemy… The more we tried to talk some reason into him… Useless… His worst enemy was Mario, the younger brother.”

“He was against it, wasn’t he?”

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Italian ChaT

I went downstairs, storming, as I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.

There she was:

Oh Buongiorno! Dormito bene?” (Oh good morning! Slept well?)

I stopped. “There she is, the old lady, again.”

Buongiorno!“I replied reluctantly. “Why do I feel uncomfortable? Is it her mesmerizing blue eyes? She looks wise and dangerously smart. That smart that makes you feel like your soul is open and ready for her to read.”

Svegliata presto, giovane signorina! E anche di fretta. Gradisce un caffé?

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