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iężko pracować with my love❤️

Il mio #quadrato ❤️ (at Palladio Drinknfood)

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Ara che bei! (at Kaberlaba SKI Asiago)

The #bobclan (at Kaberlaba SKI Asiago)

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#roana #capodanno #amore (at Roana (Vi))

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#pottyonthesnow

My sun (at Laghetto Di Roana)

Il mio amore sei! (at Roana)

humansofnewyork

(2/5) “I think she regretted coming the moment we got here. The first time we rode the subway together, a man and a woman started slapping each other on the train. Everyone on the train just pretended not to notice. I remember that bothered her so much. She just wasn’t made for the city. We moved into a small apartment in East Tremont. We set aside an entire room for me to play music. Things were OK for the first eight months. We went to museums and parks, and the kids seemed to be happy. Things were going pretty good. But soon the money ran out. We’d had $14,000 in savings but we burned through that pretty quick. Stacy had to start working at Dunkin Donuts. I had to get two jobs. I was a carpenter during the day, and I worked overnight in the shipping department of a big store on 5th Avenue. Not much was happening with music. Everything cost so much money: studio time, instruments, musicians. It wasn’t fun anymore. Everything was about money. When we lived in Pennsylvania, I’d stood out. I’d been different. I was a guy from the city. Once we moved to the city, I was just a common dude like everyone else.”

humansofnewyork

(1/5) “I met Stacy in Pennsylvania when I was working for her father. She was a smart girl. She was studying to be an accountant. I think she was really intrigued by me because I was from the city. I had a different way of talking and a different way of acting. I stood out. The way she looked at me—you could tell how much she loved me. And that lasted for a long time. Through our marriage. Through the kids. Everything was going great. We had a car, a family, a house. We had five children. I’d come home at 5:30 or 6:00 every night and I’d get a hug and a kiss. Stacy had her own little business, and she was eventually planning on opening a bakery. She had everything she wanted. But I couldn’t get used to it. I went from the house to the job, from the job to the house. I thought: ‘This can’t be the end of my life.’ I’d always loved playing music, so I thought: ‘If I’m going to do something else, it’s got to be now.’ So Stacy and I made a deal. We’d move to New York for five years while I tried to start a music career. We’d give it five years and if nothing happened, we’d come back. Honestly, she was so in love with me at that point that she’d probably have followed me to Africa.”