When Bluma And Vegeta Fall In Love Episode Number

GINO



car trip and I brought my parents to stay in Switzerland

In transit for the Veneto region, we stopped for a day to say goodbye to Gary and his family.

His mother was not more the non-presence was felt even more pronounced for the melancholy of the child who spoke on the sidelines and at length with his old teacher

In the afternoon, while my father slept, my mother asked me to bring it out in one place.

I did not ask - even the flowers that he brought with him.

We got into the car and followed the directions until I gave in the open countryside, we found ourselves at the entrance of a cemetery.

Just then, Mom said "I have to try the tomb of Gino, your brother"

enough and I knew that Mom had told me once: In the first few months of his son, who died for enterocolitis along the return journey - from Puglia to Veneto to resume work as a teacher - after mourning her husband's twenty-two and already ... waiting for my sister.

Entering the cemetery and tried to get information but they were over forty years and I knew immediately that we would not find anything in such a short time.


He understood, however, is that Mom also call forwarding and weeping
"Gino - Gino my baby - there's your mom Gino - Gino" And it took away some of the deck and lays them, crossing, on a grave, then another, then another ...
And he called ... called ...

I was thrilled with pain - again - suddenly - I made it for the first time, really brother-

now looking through my, tears and trembling, which made the vision of things like that in the late afternoon and it seemed Mother could disappear, that could be taken away from that dense and most painful past away in another time that had belonged to a very few joys, trials of immeasurable ... ..!

So I cleaned with strong eyes, but my Mother came back to me already meeting - this to his son - that he took the few remaining flowers and laid them on other graves, those in the ground

Then Mother embraced strong that ... I thought so baby ...

I looked over his head, towards the sunset amber - beautiful - in that cemetery of sacred memories, since they are screwed and never ends, in my mind.

We left the cemetery without talking about this, either then or never.

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