Last Friday has been my housemate Mela's graduation. I'll try to make this post as less cheesy as I can, but considering that on Monday morning we said goodbye and left our apartment, and are in fact no longer housemates, I don't know if it's possible.
I took a lot of photos. It was a beautiful day and Mela was so funny. She never hid from the camera and started to dance in the most inconvenient moments. Love her. And you should love her too.
Her family arrived on Thursday and stayed for a night, and is so much the typical South Italian Family that you can't but loving them. As soon as they saw me, her parents hugged me and her father shouted "Sardina" (Sardine, that is similar to anchovies, in italian "alici"). Her brother and friends are so nice. An uncle didn't speak much, the other didn't say a word in Italian (I hardly understand their dialect). And, the best of the best, the aunts. Aunt Antonietta prayed during the whole trip in the car because she was afraid of the highway. The first thing aunt Emma told me (as Mela predicted) was about the theatrical show she is in every year. Aunt Rosa never took off the sunglasses, she cried the all day.
|Aren't we simply adorable?|
|Awww, come on, can we be cuter?|
|With our friends Mattia and Ivano in front of the building where we had most of our classes.|
Mela: "Let's make a sad face"
Ivano: -model pose activated-
|Can't remember why we did this|
There are people who have a clearly defined talent, and it is easier for them. They become olympians or singers, they inspire generation of students or cut hair with skill. For others it's harder. Even understand their talent can be a long journey, and many get lost in it. Sometimes, those around them perceive it, but maybe are not able to give it a specific name. Also because the language is imperfect, and a specific name for everything not always exist. Mela has a talent, and it is so strong and bright that I wonder now how I didn't see it from the beginning. But it exists, and it's never intrusive or cooky, never looks for easy compliments. It's sweet and caring and beautiful, just like her. She has the incredible gift to make those around her smile. Not laugh, but smile. If a laughter is a burst of hilarity due to a joke or a funny episode, a smile is tender and deep. The memory of a smile remains for a long time, even when everything else begins to fade.
I'm not a dreamaer. I know that we won't live in the same city anymore. And soon or later the real life, the adult one, will become demanding. But I will always have a little space for her and if you call me Mela, just called me, and I'll be there. Miss you already.