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  After so much time I found me in front of the mirror it sues to prepare to go out me. I was some excited because I had almost forgotten how much exciting was for a girl to get ready out himself/herself/themselves for an evening house.

  It came in my help Laura that, he/she knew very well as usual thing, I would have had to wear, sees the occasion and the people that would have been. It was radiant and I believe happy to have succeeded in convincing me.

  I saw the joy in his/her eyes, the euphoria in its gestures, warned anymore then only the ticking of a hammer a family noise that I had not felt for a long time.

  I believe to be whitened because Laura had the blocked eyes, as if you/he/she was found before a ghost.

  The temple started to tap, first constantly, then stronger and irregularly. The sight slightly became cloudy me and, to the place of the joy, I saw terror in the eyes of the girl that I had of forehead. I understood that you/he/she was telling me something, but I didn't feel the words.

  The hammer kept on tapping more and more strong, until I warned a last and terrible hit.

  I remained for a moment with the hands pressed around the forehead, the closed eyes; I feared that the hammer restarted to strike a nonexistent surface, instead I didn't feel anything.

  Laura was calling me for name from I don't know how much time and, as soon as I succeeded in understanding where I was me, I answered her.

  «Not to worry you. It deals with a sort of headache that has been persecuting me for some time. I believe that I/you/he/she depend too much on the fact that study!»

  Laura looked me with worry.

  «It seemed me a strange headache. Have you talked to someone of it?»

  «No because I believed it dealt with a simple headache. Also my mother is subject of it and you/he/she spends a lot of time dam in bedroom to the dark when awful unbearable sharp pains come her. Perhaps in my case it is a hereditary fact.»

  «Ditches in I would do you me to visit from someone. You/he/she can be some tiredness, of stress or also something different» it said Laura imploring what you/he/she had just said lifting the index and the little finger of the right hand.

  «I will talk to my mother of it and I will ask her to bring me from an expert. Are you happy?»

  «Yes, I am better. If there was not me! I always owe to think first to the others and then to myself, it is stronger than me. If you make me worry another time I swear that I combine something irreparable!» And joking grabbed me for the neck faking to strangle me.

  The saloon of the cultural center was full of people.

  The chairs prepared to the center were almost all occupied but we found equally a setup in second line.

  Later around a quarter of it now made his/her entry a youth that he went to systematize to the table in front of all of us.

  Laura touched me a knee and whispered me:

  «If this is the teacher, I enroll me in all of his/her courses and I don't even lose a lesson.»

  I remembered her, then, that was a boy named Stephen that would not have been very happy about the thing to the world.

  With a shaking of shoulders he/she answered me:

  «What there is badly? To look doesn't is not sin!»

  The youth had approximately twenty-eight years, clear hair and green eyes, the beard of a couple of days and the skin of the face slightly tanned.

  You/he/she was preparing on the table that had of forehead some cars photographic and other gadgets, while to his/her shoulders some placards had been lined up with posted numerous photos.

  The president of the cultural center that introduced us the mysterious youth also entered.

  It called Patrick, it was Italian but with French origins. It made the photographer and his/her preferred subject it was the world, that is all of this that surrounded him/it. You/he/she had been in a lot of Countries and you/he/she could boast a vast harvest of photo of every kind and every place.

  The president did present that Patrick had decided to take him one period of vacations, therefore that lecture had been organized and subsequently a course for aspirant photographers.

  I immediately was captured by his/her way of speaking; it had the deep and firm voice and during the explanations it was accompanied with gestures and smiles, to make more charming and pleasant what said.

  Laura was literally imbambolata, abducted, I believe, from his/her charm more than from what said and it showed.

  Also me as she, were not indifferent to his/her particular beauty but I was impressed above all by the images that it showed and from the comment that it tied to each of them.

  The way was amazing with which succeeded to capture the states of mind, the conditions of the time, the colors of the nature. Every photo of his seemed you/he/she could speak. I had never seen so beautiful and expressive photo, and for an instant I felt envy towards that boy, because he/she succeeded in making to try marvelous feelings with a simple release of his/her photographic car.

  To the sudden one I felt me excited, excited, because I desired to do something of concrete in the life. I wanted to become as Patrick, to turn the world, to visit so many countries and to know new people. Perhaps my dream of liberty he was concretizing, for the first time I felt me sure of a thing.

  He/she anchors today I don't succeed in understanding as it made that boy emerged by the nothing to open me the eyes, to make to feel me long live, to make the essence of the existence taste me.

  The lecture was finished and Laura didn't hesitate an instant to take me for the arm and to drag me toward Patrick, that was speaking at that time with the president of the center.

  «It feels happy, I absolutely have to enroll me in this course. You will do as me, so Stephen cannot become angry! This boy is a myth and me I want that you teach me to use those accursed photographic cars, so I can make then some splendid photos to my love. Is it correct to unite the profit to the pleasure, true?»

  Laura he allowed to take from the things with too much transport; it was impossible to hold back her/it when you/he/she had decided a thing but this time I didn't have intention to hinder her/it.

  They delivered us the forms for the registration, that we decided to compile after having consulted our parents, even if by now we were convinced that we would have participated in that course.

  We thought about going to make the knowledge of our future teacher but, seeing us hesitant and some timid ones, was him to present himself/herself/themselves.

  «Hi girls. I am Patrick.»

  It lengthened the hand toward of us and it was Laura to pick her/it up and to tighten her/it also making the presentations for me.

  «I hope for the lecture and anchor my photos you are liked more.»

  «I don't have words. Be a myth! Are you too much good to be a photographer, as you have learned?» Laura interrupted him/it.

  «I have not made any school, only personal experiences. The secret consists of succeeding in gathering the correct situation in the correct time.»

  «You are right, but I believe that yours both a natural gift. I have never seen so beautiful and meaningful images and for this we have decided to enroll us in your course, hoping to learn what you can teach us.»

  «I thank you, it Feels happy, and for me it already means very what you have said. I believe that you will become a good photographer.»

  «We hope.»

  After some minutes we dismissed there from Patrick, euphoric and satisfied for the evening.

  Once more I had to thank Laura for his/her solidarity and timeliness thanks to which had convinced me to go out of my hull.

  I woke up myself calmer and of good humor in comparison to the other mornings. I sent a kiss to Mark's photo hung to the wall and in an instant I was ready to go out.

  We had to deliver the registration to the course of photo within the afternoon; the preceding evening I had immediately talked to my parents of it. Seeing me so enthusiastic you/they had given me their consent, al
so because they were many days that I didn't show me so expansive and happy.

  I very seriously talked to them.

  «You see, this boy is a true teacher, you/he/she is what succeeds in doing with the photographic car. Also I want to become a good photographer and to turn the world, all the most disparate places and to succeed in bringing on a piece of paper what I see with the eyes and I feel with the heart. Dev'essere an indescribable experience.»

  I was already dreaming, but my father brought me with the feet for earth.

  «We say that it will become a hobby for you, that of the photo. For your career I believe and I hope that you will think about qualcos'altro.»

  My father was usual to slash, even though unintentionally, every enthusiasm of mine. I think he/she didn't want to accept the idea that his/her daughter wanted to make a work that didn't answer to his/her expectations and ambitions. He already saw me with an attractive suit, shoes with the heels, handbag ventiquattr'ore, sues to discuss to the jail cell some important bargain.

  My mother, saw better instead me with a candid white white uniform, the picked hair behind the head, but you/he/she would not have been sorry at all her if I/you was ended behind a desk to beat on a keyboard of computer for the whole day. The important one, for her, it was that I had a sure and profitable job, thanks to which would have been able to conduct a normal life, also without deprivations.

  Definite, then, not to pronounce me regarding what had said my father and to think only about the fact that I would have learned so much