"Once upon a time there was a holiday"
At one time, the summer vacation (which was called "vacation") lasted from 2 to 3 months.
Many left in early June and July to return home only in mid-September.
In the queue, on the highway, you could see Beetles, Prinz and fiat of each model.
The status symbol did not yet exist and no one paid attention to the Audi, BMW and Mercedes.
Everything was truer, simpler. We spent so much time away from home that it was impossible not to feel nostalgia for seeing friends and going back to school and to our neighborhood.
With 50 lire you could buy a ball or a coke or choose to listen to a song in the juke box.
After work, the dads would join the family to spend the weekend together.
Postcards that arrived only in October were sent, a way to wish relatives and friends "Happy holidays from ...".
We were all the same, we played together, we were happy.
The boys' only thought was not to puncture the ball and peel the knees.
In September we went back to school and the theme was always the same “Talk about your holidays”.
Today things have changed, holidays are shorter.
If you don't choose the most popular destinations, you are nobody.
One thing is certain: before, we were happier, simpler and less spoiled.
There was love, respect and family. Lucky are those who lived through that period, when life was real.