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Good morning! Happy April, dear friend, reader of this post! And of course, I wish you the best, I hope your first few days of this month of Spring or Fall - or eternal summer if you live where I live, really depending on where you are coming from, may be going alright! As for me, I am okay, apart from the woes of the moment. You know, the financial issues, the moments where I feel a bit more lonely... that situation. It is frustrating. Well, at times I focus on other themes to talk here, on others I unfortunately have to delve into my thoughts over this painful set of issues further. Not that I myself, overall, can do much about such scenarios. Anyway, took me a while to wake up today, I am avoiding to lay down right now at this moment, even, because if I do, I won't be able to write, I will return to a restless sleep. I really wanted to write on the blog, today. It is the first time the past few ones that I am in such disposition. I won't let any heavy eye spoil what takes me...

The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Prologue

Prologue:

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Coming from faraway lands, walking diligently through the road, he wore a bluish tophat with pride, as it was one of his very prized possessions; the other ones were in his yellow suitcase that he always had with him: those were his precious socks, his dear friends, his collector items. He’d travel unspeakable distances just to add more socks to his impressive collection, the rarer, the better, he accepted only the most exotic ones. He was always distant from home, he didn’t care how long he’d have to travel, everything for his passion: collecting socks, paying tribute to that part of our clothes that we so shamefully neglect, and by doing so paying a tribute to his idol.

He was frequently by himself, it were lonely journeys, the ones of Mr. D’onofrio, but the truth was he actually preferred that, always lost in his sock world. He was never tired, or at least never complained about it, he was a resilient fellow, Mr. D’onofrio, in spite of the fact of being as thin as a stick. He needed to be resilient and to resist, so he could pay a tribute to his idol, and collect socks.

This is our friend in common: Zach D’onofrio. Fascinating human being, calm, determined, patient and thoughtful. Going to catch his new socks in a distant world, this is his story, his adventure. And so it begins, and so it goes.


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