Unavitada DJ

Chapter 01 · Ch. p.7

Alex and I met at the Surf Club, in Piazza di Spagna, Rome. It was mid-October 1999; in a few months the new millennium would begin, and among people like me, born in Pelé's years, there was that magical air that electrifies you and lifts you higher and higher — that spark that makes you want to leap into the void…

Chapter 02 · Ch. p.21

Alex had gone over to Andy's house; they had arranged to spend the afternoon playing and testing the new mixer bought with the money from the last club night. Andy and Alex were bound by a friendship that went far beyond simple collaboration. They had met in high school, and since then they had shared countless experiences…

Chapter 03 · Ch. p.35

That morning I had woken up early and gone to the tennis club to train. It had been so long since I last held a racket. I missed it. Between graduating and leaving for London, I hadn't found time to move, and my body was crying out for revenge. It was good to see friends I hadn't seen in ages…

Chapter 04 · Ch. p.53

The meeting point had been set for four in the afternoon at the villa hosting the Halloween party. Alex parked in the square beside Andy's car — an electric-blue, three-door Peugeot 206 he was particularly proud of. He got out and headed up the main driveway. The villa was laid out over two floors…

Chapter 05 · Ch. p.64

Finally, the long-awaited evening had arrived. All day I had been buzzing with excitement. Alex and I would see each other for the second time — it was October 31, 1999. Since we had met, I had thought of him constantly, and of his absurd question about happiness…

Chapter 06 · Ch. p.75

As Alex and I walked hand in hand, I heard a distant, intermittent noise, coming closer and closer... but what... I woke up, opened my eyes, trying to work out where I was. I slipped out from under the covers and switched off the alarm that kept ringing stubbornly. Damn — right at the best part!!