last night finishing the book I cried ... the reason is complex and perhaps not connected with the quality of the book itself. I will first try to give an overall comment. The story the life of a lucky man, as he says, who has lived what he wanted and how I wanted. Undoubtedly fascinating what he did, how he managed to shape his life and to do what he believed to be important. We must learn from this man the courage to never give up, never say "it's too late" because this is also my opinion, one of the worst phrases you can support. I'll be hard to get a reader but I noticed that towards the end of the book "tired" I turned around and said "maybe I did indigestion because I read it quickly," but really I had me a bit 'of force to end it and kept looking how many pages separated me from the end. Yesterday my uncle told me that he has abandoned the same book at the end 100pagine ... more or less when I began to be impatient. The explanation? These books they want to provoke an awakening in people but if you are already prepared or well ... just two lines to draw your attention 465 pages are way too many. It is also a book that mentions a life and what he has seen enough, I would have liked to dissect it any more.
The final consideration? Every time I read the books of these men (including Gino Strada) I can not dwell on the figures of the wives. Through the book, in the words of Terzani I have imagined the wife ... I have "identification" in her. Of course one can not judge the lives of others but I wondered if happen to me?
I wish I could interview, I would be able to see, hear and feel. These men, with their amazing lives, who come from families, parents, companions and children ... and I can not pause and think about them. The final tears are for his wife, because indeed the last words recorded his pain ... I have lived the last conversation I identified with a companion who has always followed and he hears what she hears. .. and I cried! Confondetemi not, is not a cry of joy, sadness ... but we hear one of the hardest things to deal with a person who gave his life for someone else. There is no malice in what that her husband says, there is probably not even aware, but in two words ... in fact one broke my heart for her. Maybe it's because I'ma woman, maybe it's because I'm sensitive, maybe it's because we really are two different ways men and women, but I started to cry ... I would really like it here and talk to me ... to tell her his life with him.
The final consideration? Every time I read the books of these men (including Gino Strada) I can not dwell on the figures of the wives. Through the book, in the words of Terzani I have imagined the wife ... I have "identification" in her. Of course one can not judge the lives of others but I wondered if happen to me?
I wish I could interview, I would be able to see, hear and feel. These men, with their amazing lives, who come from families, parents, companions and children ... and I can not pause and think about them. The final tears are for his wife, because indeed the last words recorded his pain ... I have lived the last conversation I identified with a companion who has always followed and he hears what she hears. .. and I cried! Confondetemi not, is not a cry of joy, sadness ... but we hear one of the hardest things to deal with a person who gave his life for someone else. There is no malice in what that her husband says, there is probably not even aware, but in two words ... in fact one broke my heart for her. Maybe it's because I'ma woman, maybe it's because I'm sensitive, maybe it's because we really are two different ways men and women, but I started to cry ... I would really like it here and talk to me ... to tell her his life with him.
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