It’s been more than 20 years that I know Neraz. He’s like Stoni, the other best man, the other brother of mine.
It was a day of September 1987, when he entered in our classroom for our first day of Liceo, with more than half an hour of delay, and asked me if the seat next to mine was free. I was from Castelfranco, he was from Fanano, we were both really young, and passionate, and hungry for life. But I was way more ‘coatto’ than him, filling my days with football hooliganism (Ultras Rossoblu), Paninari, Bon Jovi and sexual repression… During those 4 years of secondary school (he spent 1 year in US), he (and Manos and Leo Tondelli as well) became like a teacher of life to me, opening in front of my naif eyes a wonderful book of inspirations, readings, friends, music, trips, wisdom and craziness.
We separated during University (I stayed in Bologna, he went to Gorizia, Firenze and Perugia), then he moved to Roma to follow his journalist career. But we always stayed close and tight, even not hearing each other for months.. This is a small, insomniac homage to a great human being.
