it's summer 2005. I'm in Tuscany with my parents, it'll be one of the last summers me and my family will spend time at the beach years in a row. we're in a hotel with another family staying over for more or less the same amount of time as us. they had a child, Luca, a year bigger than me. he spent that summer reading me Geronimo Stilton's "Viaggio nel Regno della Fantasia", I think he was my first love. the kid who showed me that even kids can read. I started reading like crazy right after that summer, since I entered elementary school. After years Luca and I met again with our families, it was a nice reunion which I remember very few about, but they were so kind and gifted me a small Geronimo Stilton's book. to remember the good times.