[...] 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 mountains and lakes of Argentina. I pointed out that his trip wouldn’t be a vacation, the mountains and lakes have no importance, and Italy has plenty of mountains, too, but he wants to go anyway. Michele exhorted me not to dissuade him and, although my opinion differs from his, these decisions are up to the father, so I stopped saying anything. Michele and Riccardo often leaf through that brochure together and look at the mountains, getting excited. Michele said to him, “If you like it there, I’ll come, too.” I objected: “And us?” “You, too, of course,” he added, “we’ll all go.” Riccardo said, “You can get rich quickly over there.”