The father of two of my dearest friends, Chiara and Claudia, has died this morning. Chiara is a friend since the beginning of my university years, and she is also the mother of Tito. Claudia is the one I have to thank for the beautiful house I'm living at this time, she is a world traveller, and she introduced me to people of any race, colour and creed.
I wish I could have spoken to either of them, in order to express them my condolences. In times like this, all the people who are suffering for the loss of a person cannot but stay closer together, in order to support each other and help each other bear the pain. And, ironically, in moments like this, one really sees how beautiful life is.
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