Does cooking Brussels sprouts express enough anger?
Does drinking a third glass of wine and then a forth one?
Does keeping it inside like I am trying can help?
Why not to scream?
Does seating and eating dinner steam out enough anger?
No, it doesn’t ..and yet....I am doing it....
And I am so angry...
I am so angry..
I am so fucking angry....
I am so angry and I don’t know how to express my anger...and then why?
I am angry with everything I can be possibly angry with...
I am angry with the people who are selfish and stupid and bastard and unnerving and uncaring ......because she is not like this...
I am angry with everybody who hurt her because she never hurt me.
I am angry with everybody who hurt her because she never hurt anybody.
I am angry.....
So angry....
I don’t even know why I am writing this to you....
Who are you?
Do I know you like I know her?
Do I love you like I love her?
Do I belong to you as I belong to her?
I know her by more than half of my life..
We buried together her lover, my father, mine and her girlfriend, my sister, she supported me during my divorce.
I told her "Congratulations, you are going to be the youngest grandma ever"....only last month.........
A baby is coming to this life but we buried together all those people...
They are gone, we remained......
We said to each other...
“We will get old together and will finish our lives in a pretty home in Tuscany”....
Yes, my dear...this is our silly dream...don’t you dare dying before our dream will be reality.....
But.....what the fuck is wrong with the world?
What the fuck is wrong with our food, our air, our bodies, our water?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I am cursed to have anybody in my life being stripped away from me like this?
No one will remain to be by my side?
I am angry and I think the wine is working......
She called me and she told me she has ovarian cancer...
She told me....”Don’t you cry now or I will not tell you anything more”
But I did cry.....and I told her.
“Please, give me a moment. I can’t breath”.
I covered up the phone and I cried.
But she was waiting for me and I pushed the tears back.....
I was shivering like it was minus zero in the room....my voice was stuttering.....I couldn’t think straight.....I had to look in the dictionary to translate for her the word flaxseed..
She said.....”You know I have these moments.... I feel so alone.”
And so, call me, write me, fly here, use me ...but don’t you dare dying on me, my friend.
I don’t know if I can take this again.....again...
This is my fourth call from Italy with such horrible news ...
Now I am angry...
Angry for this call and for all the previous ones....
Don’t even start to console me....
Don’t tell its ok...
It’s no ok.....
Just take this stupid life and use it.....just do something with it...
Don’t answer the phone anymore....
Luckily my daughter is not here tonite.....
I can be angry.
Let me be angry.
She is going to be ok. She is a wonderful fighter.
I want believe this.
But tonite.........let me be angry.



