Summer dreaming in Menorca E-Book

Nicola Gatti

• Herausgeber: Nicola Gatti
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

An aging person reminisces about the events of many years earlier, when he spent his summer holidays with his family and friends at the sea-side. The reminiscence is bittersweet: on the one hand it brings back the carefree and straightforward feelings of adolescence, but on the other it rekindles an ancient pain, never completely extinguished, for the premature death of a teenage friend. The novel alternates unfiltered youthful descriptions with more mature considerations, processed through the twin lenses of time and wisdom. The reminiscence, however, ends with a smile and with a message of hope.

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Nicola Gatti

Summer dreaming

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Table of contents

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Conclusions and free thoughts

Notes

Table of Contents

Preface 1

Chapter 1 3

Chapter 2 8

Chapter 3 21

Chapter 4 29

Chapter 5 36

Chapter 6 40

Chapter 7 53

Chapter 8 59

Chapter 9 69

Chapter 10 82

Chapter 11 88

Conclusions and free thoughts 91

You just call out my name

and you know, wherever I am

I'll come running to see you again…

ain't it good to know, you've got a friend

James Taylor

1971

Dedicated to my children, Cristina and Giorgio: may they live a happy youth and many, many happy years thereafter.

Preface

It all starts here, day-dreaming in this dimly lit study-room, on a summer afternoon with the slanting rays of sun filtering through the blinds and lighting up some dust motes on their way, and the motes dance slowly, lazily before my eyes and my thoughts…

All of a sudden, those bright dancing specks are no longer here and now, but in a faraway place of my memory, a special, never forgotten place which still has the power to squeeze out a yearningly sweet remembrance from my wizened old heart.

That place is called Menorca.