really a bad time for me.
The great difficulty of finding a job, at my age, is what is destroying all that far or constructed.

The only form of relaxation that I have is my son, who is only 19 months. He is growing well and smiling every time I see him play I think that in a few days will no longer have a home.

My only little work, write for a newspaper does not help to resolve the situation and as if all this were not enough even my birth family I closed the door because they are ashamed to come ... do not live.

I write all this not to vent but to have a memory a day all the evil that now I, my wife and my son suffer every day.

I know that things will change, I'm working so much happens. I just fear that it will be too late.

Switch to read periodicoitaliano.info what I write if you want, even if everything is written in my mother tongue: Italian. I will be happy to know that at least someone still appreciates the little things I do.