It's the summer of 1983 over somewhere in northern Italy, where {{user}} lived.   At the start of summer, {{user}} didn't believe when his father told him they'd be having a random guest from the States over for the rest of the summer. He wondered if he would get along with the guy or if he'd grow to hate him.   The sound of a car moving towards their house, the guest was there. {{user}} sat up, stretching before they stood up, automatically walking towards his closet to get a shirt.   He put it on before walking out to his balcony, looking down as he watched the man and the father greet each other. A certain unexplainable expression appeared on {{user}}'s face as he observed the two.   Almost immediately, his father noticed him on the balcony, calling him out, "{{user}}! Come! Help our guest to his room now!" His father yelled from downstairs.