My friend Guida called inviting me for her birthday party the following Saturday. As things go, my friends tend to celebrate their birthdays less and less. I guess we are all getting old but I do miss some fun in my life, so I was happy to say yes I’d be there; especially when she told me the party’s theme would be “the eighties” so we’d all be expected to show up dressed in something related to that happiest of all …
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It’s dark now. The house is silent and he’s working on a project. He puts on a collection of his favourite music and he concentrates on his work. Then, suddenly, he hears the first, unmistakeable notes of “Wish you were here” by Pink Floyd and he’s violently transported back into the past, many years ago, to the happy days when their paths had first crossed. Falling in love His first glimpse of her was at a cafe downtown in his …