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Hi everyone. My name is Marco and I'm 28 years old. I've been living in a major city for the past nine years, where I moved to study computer engineering at a top university. After graduating, I started working as a data engineer at a large financial company. A few weeks ago, my father came to visit me from our small town in the south. I hadn't seen him in months. We had dinner at a restaurant, the same place where my ex-girlfriend and I used to go when we were together a couple of years ago. He looked me in the eyes and told me that my mother is ill. Breast cancer, diagnosed two weeks ago. I stayed silent for a minute. Then I asked him if I could call a doctor at a major hospital for a second opinion. He nodded. Last night I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about when I was seven years old and my mother used to take me to the park every Sunday.

Ieri sera sono stato derubato insieme a una mia amica. Apparentemente le persone in quel posto non sono così buone come dicono. È sembrato esattamente come accadrebbe in qualsiasi città. Erano con casco. Beh onestamente a me è venuto da ridere un po' dopo. Non so se sia stato normale. Eppure è molto strano. Sembra quasi che non mi interessi. O meglio mi interessa molto del bene dei miei amici, ma sembra quasi che io mi senta esterno alla mia stessa vita.