Exactly sixty years ago, at eight o'clock at night (when daylight saving time does not even speak), I was in the world. It was a Sunday. I never raised the issue of knowing what day of the week you were born. I accidentally discovered quite a few 'years ago, seeing the date of June 25, 1950 at the bottom of a sunday page of Brick Bradford in the beautiful Italian edition of Rinaldo Traini (with beautiful covers De Luca ).
already reached this enviable goal, for every birthday several years ago now, I can not help but think of friends and colleagues who have not had the same luck, and if they are have gone before to a stroke, heart failure, congestion, accident. Are not very many, but too many. And all good people, if the world was unjust and quell'impietosa lottery that is, they could have done more many good things.
This 60 years is also the first birthday to celebrate on Facebook and Blog (a collective thanks to all the friends and the friends who congratulated me on the net, e-mail, by phone or in person), evidence of how much the world has changed since that summer day when I was born in a house on the outskirts of Siena, which now houses a restaurant in Italy in reconstruction and full of hope after so many horrors and errors.
Looking back I have every reason to be satisfied with what life has given me and what I gained with difficulty, sometimes stubbornly and unconsciousness. Before all the love and Patrizia, companion of my life and my beautiful kids Jacob and Serena. Then relatives and friends, few but good. And, of course, readers who have followed me and continue to do so in my (if I think about how many and which ...!) adventure comics and editorials.
albeit only virtual hug to everyone!
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