A very dear friend of mine has been unwell for more than two months.

She doesn’t know exactly what is the cause of her pains yet and she bravely and patiently keeps on undergoing various medical test, which, like all medical tests are definitely unpleasant and disturbing, mostly when they cannot give immediately good answers.

She’s a very nice and pleasant person, I’m proud to count among my few, but real friends. She’s clever, humorous, bright, fanciful generous and she never indulges in self-complaining mood, which is another extraordinary quality of her I deeply admire.

Obviously she feels a little blue in this period, even though she tries hard to keep her usual gentle and smiling attitude.

There is not that much that friends can do for each other in such circumstances, but being empathetic and trying to cheer up and being a serene company.

I think it’s not helpful at all pulling a gloomy face and behaving with the ill friend mournfully.
It can have just a more depressing effect.

It’s probably much better to distract her from her pain and sorrows, without being necessarily overwhelming with a false merriness,
but being just a little lighter and telling her some funny stories, which might even give her the relief of a spontaneous and sudden smile.

I had told her that I had visited her country twice, long time ago, when I was a very young student and she already knows the essential parts of these old stories.

But yesterday, facing the ordeal of spring great house cleaning and tidying, I found in a hidden corner of a neglected drawer an envelope with a few forgotten photos taken during my remote trip to my friend’s country.

I told it to her and she replied that she would have liked to see them.

I cannot go to visit my friend, because she lives too far from me, but I can pay her a virtual visit at least and to share with her those old images and a chat.

So here it is.