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500 miles - Third Mile

  But us, Jack and I, full of hormones, were happy. We were so happy that we had a room for us. We ran, we laughed, we screamed, we burst with joy. We were so happy, Jack and I. Two kids. Two mad kids intoxicated by compulsive frenzy. But the fortune, you know the fortune...that thing that has an agency over human affairs?... I soon got pregnant and we needed more space, one room was nothing. And Jack had a car accident and he lost his job. ...you know that thing that has an agency over human affairs? Yes, that was the Fortune. How well-off do you think we'll be? I asked Jack. Well, it's not so good, Kate. Won't have so much now. He said from the bed where he was recovering. Never mind, though, I will fix it. Look, Jack, how much much will we have? And I sat next to him. Well, you are not earning no more and I am down to sickness benefit, How much is that? Do you know? He asked me. No, but it's not very much. I said again. And we have to get out of here, your brothers a...

An absurd idea: why I wrote my most recent book (still under revision) "Islands of Happiness"

This story begins a year before and ends almost one year later. A span of time in the human being life relatively short but long, nonetheless. As life on earth: long but relatively short yet. It all started with a photo, which looked as many other photos, only a photo which aimed to fix a moment of happiness. And it fixed it forever, that is to say, for as long as it will exist. But happiness is not  only a moment of our lives, happiness is not even eternal, as eternal are not photos and people. But why then we look for happiness? What strange idea is this odd idea of ours? An absurd idea, but substantially possible though, in spite of everything. Because of that picture taken at the beginning of this book the destiny (but destiny does not exist — it's just a way of talking about life directions) wanted to be discussed for many pages to narrate the life of a family that in Vilnius, Lithuania, fought for their happiness in a time frame that corresponds to almost twelve mont...