I go to bed very early in the evening because I'm very tired. The next day I tell my mother it's time! No, it's still early, and I get back in bed until it's time to get up and go to work. I go down the ramp and reach the subway. I take two lines—toward Rebibbia on the way there and toward Annibaliano on the way back. I see other early risers like me heading to work. I go to Biotecnica Instruments spa.
When I'm inside I clock in, and then I get busy doing what they tell me to do. Throw out the sorted trash—paper, plastic, mixed, and regular waste. Then I put them in the dumpsters, and then I go to the packaging section and assemble the instrument accessories—printers, UPS units, and so on. Then there's a break at 10:00 to eat, and another one at 13:00.
Every Thursday I fill out the meal form, and I love eating a certain kind of food. Carbonara, fettuccine with mushrooms, gnocchi with tomato sauce. And if I don't like it, I take mixed cold cuts or mozzarella. But I can't wait to go to summer camp. I'd like to have affection from the people I see again every August, the whole month, and then I go crazy filling a backpack with clothes. Money—you need a lot of it. And when I don't go to Fede e Luce I think that we don't see each other as often. I dress warm, with a jacket that has pockets. But when it rains I feel bad. Anyone who wants to can call me or run into me by chance at the subway stop.
I was sorry to stop doing theater. If there's news, I'm happy. And if they introduce me to new people in my circle, I'm glad. Whoever jokes with me to get me to talk—I don't talk much and I don't like being alone, just alone with thoughts about work. And whoever cares about me, I'm happy. At the threshold of my 55 years I think about what will change by the end of the year. OL