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New York and my father

I am putting the finishing touches on a new story, the deadline is two days away. I’m working on another author’s bible, and I’ve enjoyed the writing so far. I like the characters, the set-up, the concept.
As I usually do, I used the web to research a bit the canonical elements. In this case, I used Google Maps to reconnoiter the area in New York in which the main character lives.

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And I found to my surprise that the main character lives about a block away from my father’s place when he lived in New York.
It gave me a weird turn. Continue reading →


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Giampiero Mana, 6-6-’40/8-5-’16

My father died two hours ago, following a massive heart collapse.
He was 76.
My brother and I are still shocked and we are probably not realizing fully what this might mean. It is safe to say that our lives will change radically in the next weeks.

My father was a good man, who did his best with what he had at hand.
He built a family and raised two good sons – and yet he was a very lonely person.
In the last years, depression and ill-health had taken their toll.
He had never been the same after the death of my mother and of my grandmother.
He was very tired, very afraid of the future.
He was my father, and I loved him dearly.