Back then: Mr. Gianfranco Diesel

No, he's not an Italian fashion designer. Just sounds like that. 

I'd say he's just a friend, but he's actually a lot more.

Natural position

I cannot even begin to explain how SPECIAL that person is. I can't stress enough the IMPORTANCE of his existence, and how lucky I am to have met him. He's fancy, Fior del Fiore, cream of society.


We all have that friend who gets all of your dirty laundry and puts it into the washing machine to the highest program possible, only to find out later that your cashmere sweaters are shrunk, faded and colored.

Or the one that you can laugh with for hours, for no special reason.

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Or the one who cleans the bathroom in a way that he takes EVERYTHING out, closes the doors and shower the whole room, flooding the floor on purpose, and then drying it with clean towels, by foot.


Or the one who, in the middle of the winter, on -5C,  leaves ALL of the windows open, for the WHOLE DAY while we're out, just to get some air. And you find it out when you enter into the coldest apartment ever.



He is the one who eats mayonnaise, butter and peach marmalade on the same loaf of bread.

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He's the one who wished he was adopted and that his real parents are wealthy and rich and once when he finds them, they would love him and they would buy him lots of expensive cars and a boat.

He's the one who, while standing in the bank, pretends to talk to me like a wealthy, "yacht owner" gentlemen, to fool others in the queue, only to get embarrassed when the clerk loudly states that he has $12 on his bank account.

He's also the one who will wait for humid days to wash 3-4 machines of laundry one after another, with no place to hang the clothes, and we didn't have a dryer. The sheets were all over the place, including the balcony, and they would never dry out because of the humidity, very common thing on Croatian coastline, when Jugo starts to blow. When they finally dry, they smell like wet dog's hair, and as a result, he washes them again.

Naphthalene ball

He's the one who will bring naphthalene balls to the class and secretly put it into people's pockets.

He's the one who puts an ad on your behalf, about how you're collecting kittens of different breeds or how you provide escort services.

Regardless of everything stated above, I was inspired to write this post after he told me he was going to put a tattoo of a dollar bill with his face on it, and the king's crown, on the middle of his back. That's where I got worried.

 I'll have to summon some close friends and organize an intervention.

Overall, he's the coolest person ever. We had some great times, and the years we lived together were awesome.

Lazy Dalmatian - Wannabe Big House Tough Guy - Way of cooling down

He was my jogging partner. One time, we laughed the whole 5 kilometers of the run, not knowing why we're laughing. The best training ever, try it out. Your abs will hurt the next five days.

Once we walked for 20 kilometers to another city, just for fun, so that we wouldn't take the bus.

We used to do all kinds of pranks to our friends, including, but not limiting to, ringing the buzzers and then run away, switch off the power so that our roommate couldn't study for the exams, embarrassing people around us on public places,  teasing, stalking, following and lots more.

Lots of times we just wasted the day doing nothing.

That was the age of fun. We were broke, but happy. Careless and young.

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Now, we're far away from each other, each living our own life. We both have fun in different ways now, we're older, more responsible and wondering about the future. Nothing like before.

This post now got a nostalgic note - what I didn't originally wanted - but thinking about that stage of our life brings back feelings and memories I can't fight.

Gian, this was for you. You're a LOT older now and with lot less hair :) but you're still special.

From Toronto with love,

Giove