Wednesday, November 29
On the front page of most of the newspapers here in the UK, is the story of a young city lawyer who was stabbed to death for his mobile phone by 2 teenagers. Here is a link if you want to read about it in the Telegraph. When I first read about this, last year, I was skimming through the article, barely paying attention. Then I read Toms name and stopped short. He was in my class at school when I was younger. I vividly remember him cheekily standing on a desk, ready to jump off as soon as the teacher arrived.
He had everthing going for him, a fantastic job, marriage plans and then along came two idiots and killed him for no good reason.
I was going to write about how life in Positano is in the winter months. Everything is closed, the bars, restaurants and shops. If it rains for days at a time there is nowhere to go and nowhere to take the children to releive their boredom. Many locals go away, and many seem to hibernate all winter long.
But reading about what happened to my old classmate brings everthing into a different perspective. Life in a small coastal village really is quite idyllic. There is hardly any crime, let alone murder. There is sunshine and lemons, a beach where you can always meet someone you know to chat with. There are mountain paths to climb and explore, winter festivals and shows to watch and go to, log fires to sit in front of when the wind howls outside, good wine and good food. Living in a city can be fast paced and fun, but it seems these days it can also be life risking.
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