The little joy

By buongiovanni enrico

The book revolves around the Stefano' s story, a firefighter who is very dedicated to his work. The continuous interventions that he is carrying out often lead him to ask questions about the human condition, until the moment when a tragically ended rescue leads him to depression. Marina his partner will be able to give him the necessary strength to go ahead and get back on track, not only for the two of them, but also for the son that Marina carries in his lap. This will be precisely the determining factor in its recovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: lfapublisher
• Release date: Dec 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9788833430003

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The little joy

of

Enrico Buongiovanni

The little joy

of

Enrico Buongiovanni

ISBN 978-88-3343-000-3

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Recalling the glow of your eyes, as you put your lap into your lap, the more precious one, your life, your smile ... I see it every time I close my eyes and I can not help but swear.

Chapter 1

Marina, beautiful as usual, the days past she falls to her no longer counts , the years since she knew, seemed to have flown away.

Stefano looks at her as she wears her own lingerie at home, with a touch so soft, a sensuality so strong , every time she watches to sleep next to her, she feels so fortunate and happy for that miracol or life woman who delivered her in her arms.

Short black hair and curls, an intense color between the water and the blue sky, is not very high and Stefano likes this very much , allows him to embrace her loudly, tighten her chest, making her feel the beat of her her heart, caused by her proximity.

Marina has 36 years of age, works as a yoga instructor in the various gymnasiums distributed for the city, started as a passion and soon became a profession in which to earn a living in a more dignified manner.

Before reaching certain goals he had received many doors in the face and many we’ll let you know, so many that anyone in his place would throw the sponge, but not her.

She was different from the others; she was in her own strong passion for what she believed and ultimately that passion was rewarded, door to door came to knock on the right one, a small periphery sport center, a yoga center and massages, true that he had not yet surrendered, but after all those waste the initiative spirit came out very well, so he rang the bell without much pretense, three times when he turned and went, that he heard a voice from inside the ‘building.

A moment, I’ll be right away

The small green porch opened, in front of her she showed a lady slightly bigger than she, maybe 40 years.

Veronica Berti came up with a strong and solid handshake, too much for a woman, blond short hair, backwardly picked up, her eyes were of a glacial blue, able to seduce anyone who had the air to be a good person, those women of heart, that kind of woman sure of herself and her means, but that does not confuse security with the supposition, but always keeps her hand ready to help those who need it, the woman who that day would be his guide.

Tell me, can I be useful to you?

Marina reconnected in a moment, pulled back her hair and answered without too much spin, keeping the education and reverence that unfortunately most people forget to have.

I’m a yoga teacher, I was wondering if she needed someone to help her with the courses, I had various yoga attestations to do the job with both children and adults and women in an interesting state.

Veronica with her slim but toned body, typical of a healthy lifestyle with regular physical activity, runs the best of her smiles, with delicacy and the hands of her hands the curriculum carefully reading the various attestations and the various certifications required in Field, after a few minutes of reflection with the smile that does not mention, does not even leave for a second to leave his face, keeping the same position fixed in his eyes.

Well, I would say that there is not much to say ...

Marina is already relishing the bitter taste of rejection, looked down es without a word proceeded to put forward his right hand to take that piece of paper while his left, for download strins nervousness and as possible the shoulder bag which there is on the same shoulder, but then the words of his interlocutor arrives no illuminating them in the face.

I would just need someone who would take a course for kids ... then tell them if we see you to get some money and start next week!

His face became brighter than ever, he immediately accepted, overflowing with enthusiasm, and so from that first assignment, many others came to it, from the first encounter with those who had opened the road, a profound friendship emerged, one of them ties so strong that they can not be broken.

Stefano works instead as a firefighter, for about six years, he has seen things for a while during his work, after all, the life of the firefighter is a constant struggle for others, during the early years he was sent out in smaller venues this means small towns, little hustle and few accidents, so little help but the simplest ones.

His first outing was due to an old lady who had been locked out of the house, having mistakenly broken the key in the lock, while the latter was one of the most classic cases, the recovery of a kitten who had decided to make a tree your own cuckoo.

The following years, however, went to extinguish fires, save human lives, prevent the flames from consuming everything.

The firefighter’s profession has always been one of the most fascinating, generous and adventurous at the same time.

Proud of being a firefighter, Stefano often reconsidered at all times of his work: rescue in the middle of the night and desperate to beat the flames on time.

His greatest achievement, however, was Marina, as often happens in life, nothing gains it effortlessly, without renunciation or effort, its renunciation was the time, the time he first devoted himself to his passions, to his friends, now that time no longer existed.

They knew when he was 20 years old, at that time he was a college student, tired of following the path that others had drawn for him, that is, the obligation to graduate, almost as if people in this world were not qualified by their own actions, but by their status, walking in the deserted streets because of the rain, he looked at everything around him and found himself thinking.

She simply found what she had understood through the people she had known during her life .... the winner feeling that dominates lies on this earth is just one, indifference.

It has always lived on this earth, and people without realizing it are corrupted by it leaving space in their hearts nothing other than themselves so every time they are looking for happiness, they can not help but be unhappy.

Comparison is this the fulcrum of everything, continuing to think about the lives of others as better than ours, this coupled with the constant twisting of the past, makes us empty, making us therefore unable to look ahead.

What is no longer part of our lives, should not have the power to corrupt in the present, in the end things are said to happen for a reason.

On the thread of these thoughts pulled his hands from his pockets of his jeans to settle the chaps, rain beginning ò to fall incessantly, walking on the head down the sidewalk to get wet as little as possible, he found refuge in a small bar, which immediately entered .

He sat at the first free coffee table with such heavy weight as if the legs had decided that it was the perfect time to give in.

He took off his hood and, consequently, the jacket, carefully resting on the back of the chair, inspected the place in which it had been almost accidentally forced by bad weather.

Not bad, she thought to herself, she was headed to the university, but that day she realized that her path was not that of the studio, she felt that she was destined for another even if she could not yet focus on the goal, he caresses the beard scarce.

I can serve it the voice that came to his ear belonged to a middle-aged man with short, peeled hair and with his unique gray mustaches very noticeable, the stains on his shirt showed that he spent more time in the small kitchen on the back , to prepare the fast lunches of some strange stranger, his gaze was turned off like that of a man who has nothing to ask for life, a man who no longer feels he will fight and move on, his finger brings the bridal faith .

Yes, a coffee, thank you.

Stefano hastily answered as if he had been unprepared.

Gennaro, take your ass off and come here, you need some in the kitchen, among other things, I smell burnt.

The nice invitation was addressed to the man guilty of having taken his order, forgot something about the fire, and in fact, in a hurry, he clambered to the kitchen.

The sender of the message was instead a boy, evidently the owner of the aforementioned room, evidently had forgotten where the lady’s kindness and respect were.

He wore an extremely dark black shirt with a glossy label with his own name above Charles that was his name. Stefano found himself with some disgust at the way he did that boyfriend, who all other employees did not like colleagues or friends, but simple objects for his financial statement, he now understood better the expression painted on Gennaro’s face, to be treated with no respect from the one who might be a child is somewhat obscene, as the staff worked, Carlo granted free beer and chatting with the various passers-by, the cute ones personally served them, and they were all flattered, a little because every woman likes to receive a compliment and feel the focus of attention, a little instead of l ‘poor self-esteem that had to be rested or reinforced, and in those cases ... the words of a stranger were also good.

Marina, move your ass, bring this coffee to the table.

coffee was what Riccardo had ordered, but not what struck his attention, it was the first time he saw her ... Marina.

She had very long curled hair tailed behind, wearing gray jeans and low brown boots, the shirt was white and over the green apron, the uniform of the place, he noticed that unlike the others, he answered without a doubt the words of his chief, and only after making himself understood, he did what he had been asked for.

Seeing her approaching she could not help but get caught up by her deep, clear eyes, a color between heaven and green, and Stefano had never believed in absurd things like a thunderbolt, but then why she felt so eager to know her .

There’s nothing to say, a good character to your boss ... he tried to throw there a stupid joke to break the ice, hoping that his invitation to dialogue would be welcomed.

A smile comes to answer her words and a little nod with her head in approval, only this has sweetened her the day.

He put the coffee on the coffee table and went back to the counter. The place was huge, all stained with white with a chandelier, looking at those walls, a scream that shocked everyone.

Get out of here soon, come out of here, Gennaro screamed, coming out of the kitchen straight away to the exit, perhaps the boy was right to smell burnt, now a big smoke curtain came out of the kitchen.

The panic spread in a second all ran to the door now the flames were waving wide consuming everything they embraced.

Everything happened in a second, Stefano threw himself out in a moment, seeing Carlo intent on strongly rebuking Gennaro, who, without a doubt, put his phone in his pocket with his words, with whom he had just called the firefighters, looking around for a few more minutes he noticed that many were the customers or members of the staff who remained ... Marina was among them .

The sirens became more and more noisy, the fire truck came to the bar at an unprecedented speed, five men with the uniform