Translation by Davide Andreis 

8:00 AM
Luck doesn’t help this new journey… I’m sick since yesterday and Flavio had a problem with his car… just a trifle… on a curve instead of making a turn, the car took a direction she liked more… And do we want to talk about the weather? Better not.
Anyway … Now we are in my small C1; we’ve got snow-chains, I’m filled with chemical stuff to resist until 2020 flu (but didn’t somebdy have to “unrough” me?), we set the GPS and in spite of everything… off we gooooooooo…..

10:37 AM
I don’t know whether it’s due to the chemical bombardment, Marina’s meditation or just the thought of the concert tonight… but I feel much better. This worries Flavio who, very kindly, came out with this warm invitation: “Now that you’re better, try not to bust my ch..s”. What a sweet friend … 🙂
The sky is more and more black, but still it doesn’t snow. Now that I’m better I start to realize that from today until Saturday, it’ll be all days full of Carla and a feeling of indescribable joy fills me in!

11.15 AM
The snow starts to show up, but after having nipped the flu in the bud, nothing is frightening anylonger! And then we have a special rose on the dashboard that will bring us luck!

1:13 PM
After a break for a nice dish of pasta we are going to face the last part of this trip, we will be Rovereto in about an hour. Cristina is better and she’s now driving. All around us the green of the fields and the white of the sky…

3:30 PM
We are in Rovereto, in a simple but nice hostel. Sometimes it snows and the stomach begins to trouble me again, dammit! Here’s a picture with the concert posters to set up the right mood.

5:11 PM
We are in front of the Auditorium. It’s very cold, but we are well equipped…

9:30 PM
The curtain opens up, moving cold air. It’s really cold here in the theater. Carla is wrapped in a warm applause resonating in the theater which, unfortunately, is half-full this evening.
We are few, but Carla is not missing our warmth, especially after the songs we love the most. Tonight, again, I’m overwhelmed by “Il Contatto”. I feel this song as it was taylored for me in this precise moment of my life…
But tonight something is missing… perhaps the exchange, the passion, the cathartic osmosis… Maybe that “Contact” that Carla, nonetheless, plays masterfully.
After the concert we seek in vain for a place where to eat. Rovereto is deserted… Probably all the people who wanted to get out tonight, attended the concert!
There is nothing open, neither a bar, nothing! Eventually, in desperation (even because we never eat before the concert, EVER) we decide to take the highway and stop at the first service area. I omit all comments on the usual carelessness of the Italian eateries for those who don’t eat meat… I fast, the others manage to fill their stomaches, but… Bad surprises are not over: out of the eatery, the Police wants to fine us because we improperly parked the car… Heck, it’s full of snow, nothing is really visibile, one can barely see the lines of the parking lot! Eventually the policemen decide to grace us, maybe they’re touched when we told them we’ve driven kilometers and kilometers to in search for food, as in Rovereto and Trento there was nothing open. They leave telling us a joke and finally we reach our hostel beds. A cold and noisy place but, between hunger, sleepiness and weakness we fall asleep in less than a second.