Multiplying Ratio: Part 12. Back to the continent in Canosa, Puglia region, Italy

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The fourteenth day
The morning was beautiful I could already see the coast bell, now we were in port, my friend became deluded by my words, he wanted to follow me to my next step should not I let it to him, I gave up on that train that carried him to the His "journey" by himself as he left.
Certain things, certain experiences can not be shared, but you crossed up to you to grasp the essence.
Naples chaotic market that saw me frightened but proud of existence, I wandered for hours in search of maternal memories now faded by time.
A Neapolitan my hunger satiated before taking the bus that brought me to my native land, slept long, when I awoke I was already there, I got a hug from his father's arms those who never hugged me.
When I returned to my home I traveled together to a girl almost my age coming up north to be accompanied by her friends to go on vacation, they would spend their time in Sardinia, I did not speak to her of my history, my love , arrived at home, we greeted with a goodbye that never would have realized.
Through the windows, I saw my friends waiting at the station platform, I was immediately happy. A flurry of commitments allowed me not to think too much about what my love elapsed. Not forgetting what was important.