Places I Call Home

One place I certainly call home would be Pizza Post. It was one of the first things I saw in America. A small and tiny pizza place in the middle of a plaza situated in Greenwich, Connecticut. Lovely place, I could see people coming in and out all the time when I was brought there by a friend that told me they could have a job for me. There I met all the greatest guys and girls from all over the world. Three from Italy, four from Usa, two from Brazil, one from Uruguay, one from Equador, one from South Africa, one from Lithuania, one from Mexico and one from Guatemala. That was my first real job and looked much more like a fun house. Jokes have to be part of a resume, I thought. These people were different ages but they all looked kids for me. They worked with an enthusiasm renewed every day. I participated of their lives too, sharing problems, fighting, giving each other christmas presents, like a big family. Even now that I don't work there anymore, I still have the key and go there often to see my great friends. And it's exactly like when I worked there because I know their moves, when they will play a trick, when I can't say a word and so on. They've made my great experience in America even greater with their smiles and gestures because it's just this simple to make life better.