Les gens heureux fument et boivent du café

(“Happy people smoke and drink coffee”)

It was a Thursday. A day like another day.

I started my journey at 8 o'clock in the morning. I went to school with my little white and maroon Vespa and like every day I arrived few minutes late at class.

It was a long day. Some subjects were boring, others really interesting. Some teachers give us homework, others no.

Well, it was a day like everyday.

At 3 o'clock p.m. I arrived tired and hungry at home so before going to sleep, I ate the plate that my mum prepared lovingly for us before we came back from school.

After sleeping and resting myself a little bit I took my school bag. I sat in front of my desk and started to do my homework and study.

In the evening after eating the meal I decided to go to read the book that my mum had recommended me. So, I went upstairs, I went in my room, let my body fall on my bed and started to read the book.

The title of the book was "Les gens heureux fument et boivent du café".

The main character started telling that it's been a year that she had lost her daughter and husband in a car accident.

After the first four pages I stopped because I heard my mum crying down stairs. I decided to go to see what happened, to know what makes my mum cries.

I arrived in front of my mum and my sister and both were crying all the tears of their body.

I asked what happens, but my mum couldn't answer and my sister looked at me during three seconds that seems like an eternity for me.

Finally, my sister could tell me what happened, she said:

-Your piano teacher died in a car accident this Wenesday.

I could not believe what she said. I could not believe what was happening. The time stopped, everything stopped because the tears that started to fall down without control blurred my vision.

<<We expect  that it will be overcome after a certain period of time, and we believe it will be inappropriate and even harmful to disrupt it.>>

Sigmund Freud, about mourning and melancholia.