Jess Mariano come back to Italia

The arrival

The heat is suffocating me, I had forgotten this Italian heat. I leave the airport and see a taxi. I jump in, I tell the driver the name of my village and we left for a 3h30 drive, only happiness. I try as best I can not to fall asleep but under Dalila's pretty voice, I sink into sleep.

I open my eyes and here I am, in the village of my childhood. Everything comes back, smells, meals, parties, everything. I give the address to the driver and here we are. I go down, ring the "Mariano" mailbox when suddenly I see someone running towards me, Michael. I run towards him and we entle. I feel that he sniffs me, that he passes his hand through the hair as if to check that it's me, that it's jess.

"- My god that you are pale, you have to take colors think che tu sia morto (we would think you were dead)

- I missed you so much. "

We enter the garden and I see nonna e nonno holding hands, I advance it towards them. They both take me in their arms and we start crying. Their smell, my god their smell. The lily for nonna, and coffee mix with cigarette for my nonno. The four of us sit down.

"- sei magro amore mio, stai male? (That you're skinny my love, you're sick)

- No, don't worry nonna. Ho perso l'appetito (I lost my appetite)

- Hai problemi, piccolo mio? (Are you in trouble my little one?)

- no, not either now. I just can't live there anymore.

- bene . "

We talk for about 2 hours. We have dealt with all subjects, including studies. My grandfather advised me to do law, and everything my grandfather says, I do without even thinking, he has my total confidence. So I would study while living with them. It would take me 3 years or less, he had knowledge that would allow him to speed up my curriculum. I will then live in the family home as long as I want. Then when my nonna left to prepare my favorite dish, we approached the latest. My grandfather told me, with a trembling voice, that everything would be easier for me if after my studies I went back to America (New York) because the lawyers there have a much more pleasant rhythm there than here. I had a high heart just thinking about it, I just arrived and we are already talking about my departure, I don't like the turn this discussion is taking. The three of us eat, Michael preferred to leave all three, swearing to me that tomorrow I would be forced to spend the day with him. We talk until very late. I go to bed having a light heart, no anxiety nothing. I even forgot to smoke so that's to say. I sink into a deep sleep yet, I feel the kiss on my forehead that my nonna puts on me, what I may have missed her kisses.

The next morning when I wake up, I understand that it is real, that I no longer have to be afraid, for at least three years. That now everything will be fine. And suddenly I feel more than good, I feel peaceful, and this peace, I had never felt it as much as now.

     Everything is fine now. Everything is fine.

                     Everything. Is. Fine.