Just Cruccio

I think I found a friend His name is Cruccio, he says his grandfather had Italian origins. I believe him because he’s great. We’ve been spending so much time together recently. Cruccio. It was a rainy august morning when I came to a place that is usually called ‘work’ among those who call it that. Actually, for me it is just another place where you have to come on time, share the space with other unfamiliar people and in the end you get a material thing that could be changed for food. However, baack to my friend. Cruccio. My ear caught some unusual sounds. Someone was sobbing quietly. A shock! Nobody ever shows any emotions at that place! Indeed, I started to search the person whose face would reveal some sobbing. Nothing. Indifferent robots everywhere. The next second I heard that somebody was blowing nose. I was lost for a while but in a couple of minutes I noticed him there sitting on one of the shelves dangling his legs and looking sad to say the least. We started talking. One word led to another and he said that it was really terrible because nobody would ever hear him. He felt as if he was invisible. But believe me, he’s not. We have so much in common. So many thoughts to share. He always listens to me. He’s real. More real than any of those people who surround me daily. I think I found a friend. A true one this time I hope. Cruccio.