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But like I have already said, books still were my hide-out. In any case you could call me an incurable but realistic romantic... So in other words: I'm a romantic, but I don't believe in true love, romantic relationships and so on.

In a few days I would be going on an excursion with some other university students majoring in Italian. Our destination was Rome. Two professors and nine students were in this group beside me, okay to be more specific seven female and two male students. One of the males was my best friend David. We had known each other since high school, even if our relationship at the beginning wasn't the best. But as time went by we established a very reliable friendship. My friendships with girls have been on a very basic level without true empathy or trust, I had had some bad experiences in the past and since then I have stayed away from girlfriends - a rule I'm abiding in a truly severe manner.