In 1995, I arrived in Cape Town, there was still Apartheid but the end of this was coming, and there was an air of change.
My friend was White, and therefore belonged to that South African population, absolutely opposed to mixing the various races.
I’m also White, but I’m Italian, so I didn’t really care, which is why I talked to everyone, regardless of religion, skin color and their culture.
After a few months of setting in the country, this friend of mine, with his girlfriend, took me out to a brewery for some fun.
It is good to note that I was 16, while these people were already 30 years old.
In this place I met a girl, who left me her phone number, I showed more years than my real age, which is why I had to lie about this particular, and I told her I was 21 years old.
If I had told her my real age, she would not even have considered me.
I liked her very much, and after a few days I decided to call her, we went out to dinner, I liked her a lot, and it was the first time I fell in love with a woman.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before my emotional relationship began to create problems with the people I lived with, and obviously this whole situation led me to quarrel with my friend and his girlfriend.
Not long after, I decided to look for an independent housing solution for me, so that I no longer had any discussion with them.
I didn’t have a lot of money, which is why I had to risk everything by getting back the open air ticket I had, thanks to that money I could have done a lot.
I finally found a small house, and went away counting a lot on this woman of whom I was madly in love
I thought everything would be fine.
One day I went to the gas station near my home where a public telephone was, to call my girlfriend.
Normally she was always very happy to hear me, that day there was something strange, she was very annoyed, and I didn’t understand why …