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Julius, after eight years of engagement, has lost his girlfriend, whom we will<br />
call Hope. I knew Hope when she gave signs of depression and deep sorrow<br />
for the long-lasting difficulty of lack of love and aloofness by Julius, who<br />
tended to undermine her and criticize her for her "too enthusiastic, too<br />
romantic, too genuine" nature ... Hope, who could not eat, sleep, and breathe,<br />
finally left Julius with an act of extreme courage, followed by the anger of<br />
the lost time, not being loved for what she has always been by her boyfriend.<br />
Julius, in spite of being left behind by Hope, follows the suggestion of the<br />
girl and decides to see me.<br />
He finds that his ideal of couple life is fake, he understands that his parents<br />
have been simulating for years how to be a happy and peaceful family<br />
(despite lacking reciprocal gestures or love words) and realizes that love, the<br />
real one, was instead in each of Hope's molecules. He then decides to regain<br />
her heart with kindness and patience, discovering the fragile but rich side of<br />
love he has always kept buried inside for fear of being rejected, as he<br />
experienced with his father.<br />
He decides to deal with the deplorable relationship he has with his dad, along<br />
with whom he works in the family business, and for years has only had<br />
monosyllabicic dialogues in an attempt not to be hurt.<br />
Julius brings in his trans-generational connection, linking aspects of his<br />
world with those of his father and grandfather ...<br />
Finally, after a successful therapeutic pathway, he feels he can face his father<br />
and "hold his head high‖.<br />
At this point, here's what Julius <strong>dreams</strong> about …<br />
"I'm in the mountains, relaxing on the terrace deck chair, when I hear a slight<br />
rustle. I look at the mountains and see a small landslide in the distance, rocks<br />
rolling down from the slope, and I make it to my grandmother, but she sees<br />
nothing. At some point, I can see how the explosions are, while the rocks<br />
jumping off the mountain reach the terrace. My grandmother and I go home<br />
right away. I stand at the door to look at the stones reaching where I was<br />
sitting quietly before ... I even see my red Vespa that was not there before ...<br />
I also notice that my dog Luis was still on the terrace, all wet though it is not<br />
raining, that gets into my house with me.<br />
Once in the house, I go to my grandfather, but while I'm going to say what's<br />
happening outside to my grandfather, my grandma quiets me (without<br />
opening my mouth, I know she does not want to let him know anything<br />
because he is a very anxious person and prone to worry).<br />
Shortly after, a close neighbor comes in very upset, and before I can talk to<br />
my grandfather, I'll tell him he does not know anything.<br />
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