After 2 months spent in Italy studying hard to achieve my degree I came back to Melbourne.
When the airplane landed I knew Ben was already at the airport waiting even it was 5.30 am.
I collected my baggage and I was ready to go to the quarantine controls (in Australia they are very inflexible with controls!) hoping that my Italian biscuits weren't “toxic”.
The Krumiri (the name of the biscuits from Casale Monferrato, my Italian hometown) went into a strange machinery whereas a man similar to a Japanese scientist was looking at a digital screen.
Everything was all right, the high percent of butter wasn't a problem for the quarantine desk!
I put my hands on the luggage trolley and I started to run towards the automatic door,
“go Matteo go!” it was the voice in my head!
The door opened and... crush!
The trolley bumped against the corner of the door!
Ben saw me, he smiled. The first image he had of me was my clumsiness become real! Then I reached and kissed him, finally after waiting long two months.
It was the begin of the second and biggest part of my story with Ben.
