These are Chiara, Nico, Roby and Giorgio, at my place, Milano
Nico - my brother - ran away from home. Chiara - kind of his (lovely) girlfriend - broght him here by car. Roby - my flatmate - entered home quite drunk at 1am and found five people she did not expect to see. Giorgio - her date -took a look around quite drunk, amused and astouned.
Besides them: Angelo, Dino and I were sitting at the table watching Danny DeVito.
We attended the same school for two or maybe three years. Thanks to Facebook (no more privacy, yeah) I discovered he moved to Milano, actually 300 meters far from where I live. We met for a(many) glass(es) of red wine. We walked a lot and we talked a LOT and we had fun. We met at 10pm and I entered home at 4am.
On sundays I am always low. Yesterday I was particularly exhausted and depressed. I arrived in Porta Genova at 4.30pm, I met them there. They were drunk and started shouting, hugging me and almost jumping. All the people were looking at us (and this never happens in Milan). In one second I turned into the happiest girl of Porta Genova.