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[...] I’m afraid his determination to go to Argentina is a gesture of discouragement; maybe he thinks it’s a way of avoiding inner struggles, but I don’t think going to a new country is enough to avoid them. He brought home a brochure, an advertisement from a travel agency, that showed the mountain…

I didn’t have the courage to confess that, on the contrary, these things do happen to us; it seemed to me that it wasn’t true. I said weakly, hiding behind a smile, “Yes, you’re right, but let’s speculate, let’s suppose that Mirella’s attitudes become too free, that she stays out late and I don’t l…

Again, tonight I stayed up wrapping packages for the children. Michele wanted to keep me company and I said, “No, thanks, you go ahead, go to bed.” But it was because, afterward, I intended to write. Now, under everything I do and say, there’s the presence of this notebook. I never would have belie…

So, gradually, I, too, have been convinced of it. In the office, when we get a day off, I immediately announce that I’m going to use it to catch up on various projects and add that I’d already planned to do that. I make sure that I won’t stay home and rest, because, if I did, in the eyes of the fam…

Something else keeps me from confessing that I’m writing: it’s the regret that I spend so much time doing it. I often complain that I have too many things to do, that I’m the family servant, the household slave—that I never have a moment to read a book, for example. That’s all true, but in a certai…