I do remember the first day of May in 1994. I was at Piliggi’s house, there was some party going on; I can’t recall if it was his birthday or what else, maybe it was something about his first communion. A few classmates and I were downstairs, in the internal courtyard of the apartment complex where he lived, possibly passing a football or possibly planning to take over the world, as ten-year-old kids do. I remember that Piliggi called us from his balcony: – Hey! Senna died! – What are you talking about, Pier! – No, really! – Yeah sure, we believe you – Just come upstairs And Senna had indeed just died. We weren’t that much into car racing, nor we really understood much about it; after all we were just kids. But it was that moment in history where you’d always hear about Ayrton Senna, Alain Prost, Nigel…
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Sometimes I think about all the good friends I made online over the years, ever since I first got on the internet in 1996. A few of them I’m in touch with, many others I lost all traces of. Most of those, I have no way of reaching: I may not know or remember their full name, or they may have moved, or not be very active online. Most importantly, they may not even remember who I am, or may not care. So I don’t even try to contact them: what would the point be, anyway? But I do think about them, especially when I’m feeling low, or around the time when people start feeling festive. Most of those friends I never met in person, or I may have only met them once, yet those friendships did matter to me. They were never just “names on a screen”. They were…
I think I’m going to need a Commodore 64 emulator, so I can feel like I’m six again.