Nobody would want one hundred days of happiness like these, not even Lucio Battistini – our protagonist – that someday, until that day like another day, discovers that his life has an expiration date. So begins his personal countdown: (less) One Hundred Days of Happiness of Fausto Brizzi.
There will be many days “lost”, poorly spent, some revealing or significant other unforgettable but Lucio days are numbered, 100 to be exact, and this led him to ask THE question for excellence:
Am I really doing what I like to do? What makes me happy?
If his life didn’t have Switzerland as a destination and so a death that he himself announces precisely, that question would struggle to answer – as any of us – because we’re too busy doing what we have to do, what other people want or wish. Sometimes doing the right thing coincides with our own happiness but if this doesn’t happen we’re not aware of the time we lose.
In this tragicomic situation Lucio understands the most important things to do: enjoy the people, not things, his loved ones and of which his life is rich but of which he sees the magic only in the light of this deadline. In this story there’s a bit of everything: a nice family, a super wife, a witty and cheating husband, an out of the ordinary father-in-law, an unsatisfactory job, a passion for sports, friends, a newfound friend and the disease.
In short, it could be everybody’s life.
I just wonder if the end could be different.
Time of the reading: three days of happiness
Ph. Sara Cartelli
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