Dear diary,
I wish Cold War never happened I wish that what happened after ‘68 never happened I wish a different ending, an happy ending. That day, in that car… Aldo, why, of all people, you have to die?
((This is a reference to Aldo Moro, an Italian politician who died during that time.))
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Dear diary,
You don’t see my hurt when all you see is my smile. Convinced I’m fine. Masking what’s inside. Bottling up all my pain. Only fooling myself. My attempts are in vain. Germany sees right through my masks. He saw the agony inside. I realized all of this. I realized I can’t hide!
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One by one their seats were emptied
And one by one they went away
Now the family is parted
Will it be complete one day?
I can’t stop listening to this song so I might as well.
Dear diary,
You were my bridge to happiness. You were my mouth, when nothing came out. You were my eyes, when they were closed. You were my heart and soul. But now is the time to say goodbye. You will have a part of me wherever I go and I will have a part of you with every breath I take. You will be there.
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Dear diary,
I’m still waiting for him.
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Dear diary,
Can I let Holy Rome go? Why did he leave or will he come back to me? This is all I can think about when I’m alone.
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Dear diary,
I learned a lesson today. Even if you put on a fake smile, your true friends know something is wrong.
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Dear diary,
I don’t understand it. Many countries have fallen all along history, but they always changed into something else: the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, Byzantium… Others became part of something else like Scotland, Wales, Taiwan or even Prussia. Why are grandpa Rome and Holy Rome the only ones who truly died? Perhaps the roman legacy is destined to disappear. Perhaps I’m destined to disappear too. Perhaps one day, I won’t exist, or Romano won’t exist. One of us will become the whole Italy and the other will be just a fading memory. Is it that our fate?
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Dear diary,
Italy will never know that he was like a teacher to me. I really now appreciate that you made me learn through fun. Thank you very very much for all you’ve said and done. Pupils never forget a teacher whether good or bad, that’s true. But it’s with the fondest of affection that I will remember you…
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Dear diary,
Romano was at Toni’s house for the weekend and Ludwig was with Gilbert for a few days. Three days ago was the first night I’ve slept alone in years. I had nightmares so bad I haven’t been able to sleep. I keep making sounds to help, but the house still feels so empty. It’s so scary. I haven’t told anyone how afraid of being alone I am. And for some reason I can’t stop crying and over thinking. I’m not useless. I’m not a waste… So why am I so hollow in loneliness?
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