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Florian, after crossing the mountains, went
down towards the sea. On the lower panoramic hills, he found an old
lonely campsite. The country was not far away and there was no
particular ban. He then decided to install his little house and
spend a few days in front of the panorama where, among hills, olive
trees and maritime pines, the sea covered the horizon.
At the end of the dinner, he stood on the deck in front of the view.
The darkness was slowly advancing, changing the colors on the horizon. You could see the lights of the town on the coast moved slowly by a slight breeze rising from the sea. A ship at the end, slid slowly with the impression of a lonely star in the dark blue sky.
“I could stay here forever”, he whispered, stretching his muscles and relaxing with his dreamy gaze turned to the sky.
A noise from the street came up and caught his eye. When he was next to him he noticed it was old Bill.
“What are you doing here?” Florian asked, getting up. “Are you following me?”
Bill sat in the next chair. “I am here right now! Don’t you enjoy meeting me and spending some time together?”
Florian nodded. “On the condition of not pretending to be taken to visit some cemetery at this hour.”
“No, none of this”, the old man added, “I just want to talk with you in front of a wonderful view—nothing else.”
“I’m sure your presence is never random”, he whispered, keeping his eyes elsewhere. “Can I ask a question in the hope of getting an honest answer?”
Bill nodded with the same seemingly absent attitude.
“What is the reason why my journey, quiet and solitary in the prediction, has turned out later full of continuous unforeseeable difficulties? I refer to meetings with complicated people—all looking for help from me to solve their problems?”
“The answer is simple”, the old man explained. “Do you know the reason why the sun has come down this evening but we are sure that tomorrow it will come back to illuminate the sky? Do you know why swallows came back here in the spring, but when autumn comes, we’re sure they’ll go away?”
Florian remained silent.
“It’s their nature!” Bill explained. “They can’t help but behave this way! So it’s with you. Your essence pushes particularly sensitive people to come closer in search of a comfort—a help; it does not matter if, of such predispositions, you are unaware how to give them.” He looked at Florian with a smile. “But I can guarantee you, you can fully meet their expectations.”
At the end of the dinner, he stood on the deck in front of the view.
The darkness was slowly advancing, changing the colors on the horizon. You could see the lights of the town on the coast moved slowly by a slight breeze rising from the sea. A ship at the end, slid slowly with the impression of a lonely star in the dark blue sky.
“I could stay here forever”, he whispered, stretching his muscles and relaxing with his dreamy gaze turned to the sky.
A noise from the street came up and caught his eye. When he was next to him he noticed it was old Bill.
“What are you doing here?” Florian asked, getting up. “Are you following me?”
Bill sat in the next chair. “I am here right now! Don’t you enjoy meeting me and spending some time together?”
Florian nodded. “On the condition of not pretending to be taken to visit some cemetery at this hour.”
“No, none of this”, the old man added, “I just want to talk with you in front of a wonderful view—nothing else.”
“I’m sure your presence is never random”, he whispered, keeping his eyes elsewhere. “Can I ask a question in the hope of getting an honest answer?”
Bill nodded with the same seemingly absent attitude.
“What is the reason why my journey, quiet and solitary in the prediction, has turned out later full of continuous unforeseeable difficulties? I refer to meetings with complicated people—all looking for help from me to solve their problems?”
“The answer is simple”, the old man explained. “Do you know the reason why the sun has come down this evening but we are sure that tomorrow it will come back to illuminate the sky? Do you know why swallows came back here in the spring, but when autumn comes, we’re sure they’ll go away?”
Florian remained silent.
“It’s their nature!” Bill explained. “They can’t help but behave this way! So it’s with you. Your essence pushes particularly sensitive people to come closer in search of a comfort—a help; it does not matter if, of such predispositions, you are unaware how to give them.” He looked at Florian with a smile. “But I can guarantee you, you can fully meet their expectations.”
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