my former class mates are organizing a big 30 years reunion to be held in Pisa in July. While I keep expectations and emotions low for the evening (30 years and 3000 Km. create distance holes that cannot be filled) I enjoy the pictures that people is posting on facebook. It is amazing to see pictures of me I had never seen before. I realize I (right first line) have the same identical hairstyle I have now and the same face my oldest son has now. Among the mates, the most dear to my heart are those who died young and this reminds me of the Greek texts we used to read, translate, and forget. This picture is 33 years old.