Who cares?

Yesterday evening I was SADLY alone at home, cause my parents went out at 9 p.m. and my sister is currently on holiday with his boyfriend at Vulcano (Aeolian Islands). I was supposed to be patient and wait until midnight to go out with my friends..I know, I live in a touristic place, so we, YOUNG GENERATION, go out very late. I started walking to and fro around a long table in my kitchen, thinking about what to do:

1) switch on the computer and be extremely jobless.

2) open the piano and start studing, so be an incredibly hard worker.

3) switch on the TV and start channel-surfing.

I chose the third option, so there's me on the sofa, crying and crying in a fountain way about "The kite runner" on SKY cinema. Finally a touching movie which doesn't talk about love BUT friendship. Love sometimes can be petty, banal, quite boring even if some love stories are really catching and deserve to be called love. Friendship is (don't get angry with me for this plz!) instead something deeper, more fragile and complicated. The movie tells the story of Amir, a young boy from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, who betrayed his best friend Hassan, the son of his father's Hazara servant, and lives in regret. The story is set against a backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of the monarchy in Afghanistan through the Soviet invasion, the mass exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the rise of the Taliban regime. Amir escapes to California, but, years later, it takes care of Hassan's son, Sohrab. His character goes vendicated, the coward baby turns a man. I loved Amir, in the end, talking to Sohrab: "Do you want me to run the kite for you? For you a thousand times over". It just seemed like is childhood friend was there still alive, giving a hug to him, whatching his son from the sky. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But, for a friend, who cares?