course is not like losing their parents, their brothers or their children, but the loss of a friend so special to me hit a lot. And they suffered a lot when I learned.
We met in the hospital twenty-four and both of us had a close friendship.
Our respective girlfriends came to visit us at least twice a week and they had also become friends.
When we finished the period of hospitalization we were in agreement to continue to attend even if I lived in Rome and he was in open country little more than forty miles away.
While not the machine - the license taken twelve years later - was not going to find it difficult because when I used the train and get off at the station in his country which is just five kilometers from his home in front of him was there waiting for me with his tractor.
So, every spring and every summer there was always seen from him because at those times had to help her family - parents and a sister married to a farmer - which owned extensive farm land, partly cultivated and partly used to pasture, and a huge country house.
Chickens and rabbits roamed freely around the house while two huge cows were removed in a small stable adjoining.
Sometimes I happened to see him while he took them out to pasture once and made me go with him with a cow in a nearby country that had a breeding bull, so he hoped to soon see the birth of a calf.
There was spoiled for choice when it came time to have lunch or dinner and I, except poultry and rabbits, did honor to all products of his campaign.
One day his brother, during a holiday, I forget which, he wanted to prepare a pork roast cooked but when I saw how it gave up the "savage meal". He had been buried, lifeless, in a small hole in the ground in front of the house, covered with wood and leaves to which was on fire. With all due respect to my friend and his family could not. If I had not seen the mis-made ... maybe, who knows.
Apart from that episode he spent unforgettable days, it may be because my paternal and maternal grandparents were farmers and I must have inherited something from them.
A couple of months before I got married I contacted him to invite him to my wedding but the father made me aware of what had happened.
My dear young friend, as a result of subsidence of the land which you had not noticed, had ended up crushed under the tractor. Died instantly.
I was shocked and I cried the disappearance.
His name was Elijah, and was the My best friend in those years.
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