Well I'm just come home from the railway station, today I had three lessons, each lasted 2 hours: first, Italian Literature (we're reading De Amicis, an author of the post-unification), then English Literature, a brilliant essay on "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare, and last my English lesson with a native speaker, Mr. Christian Bayliss.
I simply love him, he's so adorable. Last week I had problems with trains and all that stuff because of a spoil, and the following day because of a strike. This is the premise.
That's why Mr. Bayliss, with all of the kindness which is typical of him, asked to me: "You didn't come the last two lesson, did you?" And I: "Yes..." Him: "But will you come to the next?" And I: "Yes, yes!" And then again him: "But are you ok now?" And I: "Yes, yes." (violently blushing, which is typical of me).
I loved him, he was so gentle and friendly and polite! I was so surprised that he remembered that I was absent, that I couldn't say a word which it was not a stupid and not brilliant English 'yes'.
I'm happy when I meet people like that, who'd never get you down, who make you feel comfortable even if you're wrong. Good thing that exist persons of that kind yet.
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