Upon Fugo's departure from the mafia, their links were severed. He expressed gratitude for Don Giorno's lack of search efforts. He made an attempt to live as fully as possible, moved to the neighboring province of Naples, and all the memories of his early years and family steadily drifted far away. As Fugo was lying on a flowerbed, and the gentle hues and brilliant sunbeams encircled him, he thought that this is exactly what youth is.

He was not even able to hear the bare feet nearing. As you took a seat beside him, you began to wonder about whom he was because in your province, everyone was acquainted.