This afternoon was hard, we missed a really good roomie, a guy that allways can make fun about everything (even babies...), but, hopefully, we haven't loss a friend, due to the technologies of today we can talk trough skype and see our nights of alcohol and pizza wherever we are through Facebook. But let's talk about this in other ocassion, now let's center in our last days in Dk with Fadi.
I wish that everybody that is reading this is because knows who is Fadi (yeah, the guy up there...) and how is him, so doing it you can imagine how was our last days with him at VJG, party, pizza and blues, this three words are the summary of a week. Here I cannot show all the moments that we spent together, all the funny stuff done (I don't have either time or space to write them) and this moments when you need somebody who trust to talk about something...
Fuck!, this is going worse than I was thinking... I don't know where to start... so i think I'm gonna start from the end of this story. København lufthavn, around 16 hours of 30th of January 2011, Jacopo, Nicolas, more known as the fucking French (that's for been world champions of handball), Fadi and myself arrive with Fadi's luggage to the terminal, after everyone gives a hug to our beloved friend, and with the tears trying to go out of our eyes, we left... after leaving the sadness was trully inside us, nobody talking, no comments, just walking remembering all this moments that will be in our memories for decades, all what we have gone trough together at DTU, all the parties, the dinners, the beers, remembering how great it was and trying to keep it in mind, until, who else, the French broke that death silence saying exactly what our 3 were thinking, "VJK has lost a really great guy". That was the end of silence, and the start of thinking our next trip to Rome, NYC or wherever the hell we have to go to see each others.
Before that, in the car, the jokes were mixed with the moments of friendship reafirmation, talking about possible situations to meet again, or just the fact that Fadi has to come back to read the thesis, so anyway we can still do other week of parties and dinners, but the tension was starting to grow for the moment of the airport, where the words of Nicolas put us again back to reality.
We can be at more than 3000 km, miles or whatever, but this moments will be with us all our lives...
Ci vediamo subito Fadi!!!
