The end of summer has come and the happiness of the Italian is now defunct. Between ups and downs he faced it and now he wonders "but what is she being peasant?”: From the shaped inflatable boats unicorn the government collapsed like the Titanic, he just wants to stop thinking about tomorrow. Yet al work must come back and the stages of mourning from the end of summer he has to face.
1) The negation
Once back home and put down the suitcase, the Italian looks at the costumes with greed. What harm would that be, thinks, to feel that fabric on the skin and to think about what he has experienced? So you put on the Costumes and remembers the trip to the river. Put on your flip flops too and savor a again mojito. On his sofa he sprawls and detaches himself from reality: there are still a couple of days to go before resuming work, he has to enjoy the last golden moments. His blaring playlist only of catchphrases summer is done and his neighbor puts cotton wool in his ears out of desperation. He seems to be still on vacation and there is reluctance in his head. But the next stage is approaching threatening and will surely be painful.
2) The plea bargain with himself
The bad Monday has arrived and the Italian is sulking. At work he is going and the scaffold it is waiting for him. In the meantime, his head is racking his brains on such a beautiful holiday and begins to think, as he walks, that he would like to do another ten more. If he could go back a few days at least, he would enjoy everything much more fully. Every step towards his desk becomes a real agony but by now he has understood that the memory has now faded. Not lost forever, but sad immensely.
3) Anger
When he arrives at the office sadly, his boss is not at all condescending. The Italian is overwhelmed, the practices have buried him. You can only glimpse a hand in the middle of the papers and documents and its strengths are unfortunately unsatisfactory. But how could this have happened? He looks at the photos like a maniac and does not understand why the holiday is over and it has slipped out of his hands. He suddenly gets angry and to all his colleagues he begins to tell morbidly: "All gorges of the Infernaccio I arrived and for Bologna I passed. The tortilla de patatas in Palma de Mallorca I tasted and then towards Brighton I flew. You have not visited them, fools, you should be more cultured! You know nothing of the world, you are one Jon Snow latent". He decides to leave angry but at least satisfied by that outburst.
4) Depression
A sense of emptiness assailed the Italian, getting angry was in vain: anger does nothing and all his last strength cancels out. Exhausted and without strength, di handkerchiefs stocks up. He comes home, slowly, drags his feet sadly. He lowers the blinds, and he remains motionless. He bursts into endless tears and is prone to suicide. To save himself he makes a feast of ice cream and relieves all the pain he has accumulated. He cries like when Romanzo Criminale ended, in an evident state of confusion. Finally he goes to sleep peacefully and drops a few poignant tears.
5) Acceptance: the countdown
The Italian has woken up, he is quite dazed. By now he has understood that one cannot go back, it is better for him to rationalize. Summer 2k19 is over and you are back to the old life. But a thought makes its way in him, more captivating than Prada shoes, and he smiles slyly in the mirror at his reflection, regaining confidence in himself. He winks with a wink and happy he's coming back. What wonderful news he remembered, so now he's ecstatic again. There are 110 days to go Christmas and it's official! He hunts for the Santa Claus costume and puts it on, hangs the red wreath on the door. Jinle Bells he goes singing happily along the way, of madness now at the mercy.
