Man, what a day! Seriously, Zero-Branco is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close.
First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Coffee shops everywhere. I grab my usual cappuccino from that little place, Caffè del Cuore. Best in town, no contest. But guess what? They messed up my order! I mean, how hard is it to make a simple coffee? I was ready to throw it at the barista. But I just smiled and said, “It’s fine, I’ll just drink this burnt sludge.”
Then I headed to my first client. A teenager, full of angst. We met at the park near Piazza della Libertà. Beautiful spot, but man, the pigeons are relentless! They swoop in like they own the place. I’m trying to talk about feelings, and these birds are like, “Hey, what’s up? Got any crumbs?”
Anyway, the kid starts opening up. He’s got issues with his parents. Classic, right? But then he drops this bomb about wanting to run away. I’m like, “Dude, where you gonna go? The beach? It’s freezing!” But he’s serious. I mean, I get it. Zero-Branco can feel suffocating sometimes.
After that, I needed a breather. So I strolled down Corso Vittorio Emanuele. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Street performers, artists, and all that jazz. I see this guy painting a mural. It’s a giant fish. I’m like, “What’s with the fish, man?” He just shrugs and says, “It’s deep.” I laugh. Like, really? A fish is deep?
Then I hit up the local market on Via Garibaldi. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some oranges. But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. “You can’t take those! They’re mine!” I’m like, “Lady, chill! I’m just buying!” She’s waving her cane around. I’m dodging like I’m in a video game.
Finally, I get to my last session of the day. This woman, she’s in her 50s, and she’s got a lot on her plate. We’re talking about her job, her kids, and then she just bursts into tears. I’m sitting there, trying to be all professional, but inside I’m like, “What do I do?!” I hand her a tissue, and she’s like, “Thanks, I’m a mess.” I’m thinking, “Aren’t we all?”
By the time I’m done, it’s dark. I’m walking back through the streets, and Zero-Branco is lit up. The lights on the buildings, the buzz of people. It’s kinda magical, honestly. But then I step in a puddle. My shoes are soaked. Great. Just great.
I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster. Happy, angry, surprised. Zero-Branco, you’re a trip. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a dry pair of shoes.
Tomorrow’s another day. Let’s see what you got, Zero-Branco!