The truth is: I was surrounded by people who were older than me, and I felt better talking with them than with anyone else. I don’t know if it’s the languages I could speak, the experience they have or the way they can talk about something very serious without being boring or heavy. Why can’t I talk to somebody my age like that, about the things we love, experience and do without receiveing back an unconfortable defiant attitude? I don’t know wether it’s me and I am the strange person who was born a granny, or if all (I don’t want to generalize here) the people my age are born childish and will remain like that forever. Who knows, anyway rolling pizza was so nice.