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Recovery community By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher At the very beginning it was difficult. It is for everyone. I will never forget the first day in the recovery community. On the other hand, could I forget all the others? In any case, my new companions were there, in the courtyard that hosts everyone, where there is room to meet, if you really want it. "My name is..." I started trying to introduce myself, but I was immediately blocked by my interlocutor. Silence, this is what she said. This is what she asked. Difficult, really difficult. Hard undertaking, to be honest, because I was there to ask for help. To get it, being precise. Nevertheless, I suffered the rejection and armored myself with wounded pride until sunset. The following day I was back in the square, the place of socialization and sharing. I approached the first guy to chat with and I exclaimed: "Hello, I would like..." Identical answer. Silence, this was in fact his reply. Thi...

A strange girl By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher She’s crazy. This is what most people think, at first sight. They could stop there, in many, because this is the most fashionable style, nowadays, in the realm of digital hurriedness. A glance is just enough to decide one's destiny and even more. Then someone approaches the still girl who has long since been indefinite, concentrated as absent, kidnapped by something indecipherable with a quick eye, as it has been said. The bravest one tries to get her attention calling her, but it's all useless. Almost everything is, when what is left is all for you, she seems to say with the far and vague body. Is she on the phone? Asks someone else just coming. A collective kidding laugh covers the latter. Do you really believe you're the first to have thought it? Where do you think you've lived, so far? Among people so fearless to prefer surprise instead of public acceptance? Speaking of courage, that is alleged one...