A special section dedicated to special people and special memories. A book might not be enough, but collecting some words doesn't hurts
Chapter 2: Paola
The scapegoat is an ancient and mythological figure, but in modern times scapegoat refers to someone who is unfairly blamed by others for problems. She is our scapegoat just because of that. Nicknames have always uncertain origins, and in this sense she is not an exception. Probably she started to be called "scapegoat" after that famous night, when her former boyfriend started to scream against her in the middle of a party, apparently with no real practical reasons. I think everything started that night. From that night - a night still living in our minds - she officially became the scapegoat. I met Paola well before that night, when she was still a secondary school. I started to deal with her only after that period, once both of us went to the university. I guess it had just question of time: our small towns are truly small, and very very close each other, so it was logic and natural we found together after all. I started to remember Paola as a restless girl, always in movement and constantly in searching of some experience. Somebody could call al that will to live, and it wouldn't be wrong. Everything was supposed to be something to discover and to share. OK, she's not an easy person (it's she who repeats to be «grumpy», and I have to say I can't deny), but she always liked being with other people. Among Paola's skills there is that one of socialization. Left alone in an empty room she could easily find the way to socialise with ants. Of course at last she will find the way to get out of there, too. But this another story. But her very particular special power is finding a parking. With her leaving the car somewhere is never a problem. If I think that I probably have a super-hero for friend and that the same person is known as "scapegoat", I can't avoid thinking how unfair life can be. But that's life, and in particular a scapegoat life.
As previously said, Paola is our scapegoat. When I say "our" I mean the few people we usually were supposed to be when still all the community lived in the truly small town. For everybody Paola is "the redhead", while for us she is "the scapegoat". She got that nickname when she decided to change her hair style, and so she went to the hairdresser in order to have a new look. She got it, actually, since she came back with a completely different colour which made Paola "the read head" once and for all. Even now, after many years, she's still "the read head". Something really special for a person who is never the same. Paola has in fact the great capacity of changing her minds very quickly. For instance, it wouldn't be surprising to listen to Paola saying «I don't feel like going out, let's stay at my place because I'm tired» and then finding her out dancing on the kitchen table. That's Paola! You can be sure you will never get bored with her. Of course you will always risk to argue at any moment for any reason (yeah, it's true!), but in such a case remember she's a scapegoat. If you're lucky, she will laugh with you.
The scapegoat is an ancient and mythological figure, but in modern times scapegoat refers to someone who is unfairly blamed by others for problems. She is our scapegoat just because of that. Nicknames have always uncertain origins, and in this sense she is not an exception. Probably she started to be called "scapegoat" after that famous night, when her former boyfriend started to scream against her in the middle of a party, apparently with no real practical reasons. I think everything started that night. From that night - a night still living in our minds - she officially became the scapegoat. I met Paola well before that night, when she was still a secondary school. I started to deal with her only after that period, once both of us went to the university. I guess it had just question of time: our small towns are truly small, and very very close each other, so it was logic and natural we found together after all. I started to remember Paola as a restless girl, always in movement and constantly in searching of some experience. Somebody could call al that will to live, and it wouldn't be wrong. Everything was supposed to be something to discover and to share. OK, she's not an easy person (it's she who repeats to be «grumpy», and I have to say I can't deny), but she always liked being with other people. Among Paola's skills there is that one of socialization. Left alone in an empty room she could easily find the way to socialise with ants. Of course at last she will find the way to get out of there, too. But this another story. But her very particular special power is finding a parking. With her leaving the car somewhere is never a problem. If I think that I probably have a super-hero for friend and that the same person is known as "scapegoat", I can't avoid thinking how unfair life can be. But that's life, and in particular a scapegoat life.
As previously said, Paola is our scapegoat. When I say "our" I mean the few people we usually were supposed to be when still all the community lived in the truly small town. For everybody Paola is "the redhead", while for us she is "the scapegoat". She got that nickname when she decided to change her hair style, and so she went to the hairdresser in order to have a new look. She got it, actually, since she came back with a completely different colour which made Paola "the read head" once and for all. Even now, after many years, she's still "the read head". Something really special for a person who is never the same. Paola has in fact the great capacity of changing her minds very quickly. For instance, it wouldn't be surprising to listen to Paola saying «I don't feel like going out, let's stay at my place because I'm tired» and then finding her out dancing on the kitchen table. That's Paola! You can be sure you will never get bored with her. Of course you will always risk to argue at any moment for any reason (yeah, it's true!), but in such a case remember she's a scapegoat. If you're lucky, she will laugh with you.
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