1. Since I was a teenager I liked to write short stories, storytelling and even fantastic novels.

I
started writing on a Sunday, I had all the day and night free. I still remember the beginning
and the end of the story: I was situated in the laboratory ( in that year I was fascinated by
chemistry and I created a small laboratory in the attic) and I don’t know the reason why I
have fell asleep – but, obviously, the reader haven’t knew this, I haven’t told him.
2. What a pity. Even I don’t know a great deal. If he had got into this tram, I should have asked.
I like chatting up with well-educated people. These teenagers, were surely, students. The
best students. I was waiting with them in the station and listening to them. They were talking
about a comandor named Lawrence and his adventures in Arabia. And what a memory! They
were reciting on the outside all pages from the comador’s book.
3. –when I was in love with Hildegard […] I was dreaming nothing but this: making love together
in a trip in Greece.
-you were such a fool, the girl interrupted him. You shoudn’t have dreamt, you should love
her…
-I was twenty years old and she had not yet reached eighteen. She was beautiful. Both were,
he added.
In that moment he realized that he was wearing a weird suit […] he looked himself
astonished in the mirror, if he were hard to recognize himself.
4. You are fantastic! Agrapina. I thought that the only adventure that you will remember all
your life will be the date with me. To make you this surprise: to snach yourself out of the
hands of ordinary individuals to escape from the daily and banality meeting Agrapina. I’ve
been watching you for two weeks by far, I was sniffing you