27th July 2008. I drove back home from Albenga. I passed the tunnels, but this time my anxiety was stronger, and higher was my discomfort. I guess it was the beer: Moretti can't be compared to Stella Artois, I should have known.
In any case I won my fears. For the second time in a bunch of days. I should be happy, even touching the stars. But for some reasons I am not. And I don't know why.
