Today’s meeting was scheduled with an old sign, most likely not an acquaintance but an old childhood friend whom she had not seen since she was 17 years old. The meeting place was all over the same homeland, Italy. The Naples coast of the sea, sitting on a bench, she just waited, counting the seconds, minutes and he is clearly late, sitting like that for about 15 minutes, a heavy man’s hand rests on her shoulder, and she turns towards the one who put his hand on her shoulder.