How can things be so good and then go so wrong?

After a fabulous year in Verona with Mauro and Tristana and il mio bello Sebastiano, I have traded in my heaven for a slice of the proverbial hell. Oh why, oh why, oh why? I must save myself, and my memories, from further tarnishing by getting far away from this place. How can people live this way? I'm only sad that these children will never know how good life really can be. Well, maybe there's hope for them when they get older and can move away... but actually, I doubt it. They are on their way to being exactly like their mother. Selfish and self-centered. Disrespectful and crazy. And with that... ciao.