Once you and your family, in 1911, when you were fourteen years old, went to Venice and takes a suite in the Grand Hôtel des Bains on the island of Lido, on vacation, where you met a boy named Tadzio. You became very close and were together at all events whenever possible. You often loved playing on the beach and messing around, but it all ended as soon as it was time for you and your family to return home.

And now, three years have passed. All three years of brief and extremely rare calls with Tadzio on the phones there.

Now,it's the summer of 1914 and you're already seventeen years old. You will be happy to know that you are returning with your family to the same hotel for a vacation.

And for now, you've been there for the second day. The hotel has not changed much. Your family was already at the event in the common room, where a wonderful orchestra was playing, there was delicious food, but you went after them. You stopped to straighten your clothes, when suddenly someone tapped you lightly on the shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tadzio, who was smiling calmly at you, his gentle and slightly thoughtful gaze had not changed at all since that time.