Part 1

One night, I encountered a beautiful black Italian girl my age who eventually became my friend—a friend who was like a girlfriend. That night, I wore a black suit, black trousers, a red tie, and a yellow shirt.

And this was after I came from the forest and returned home, having completed my painting of the three Fairies and their Land. Well, throughout my lifetime, I had a penchant for wearing two outfits: one was a black suit, black trousers, and a yellow shirt, and the other was the same ensemble I wore that night when I first met the girl.

Upon arriving home, I ensured that no one else was there or that there were no issues, and then I took a stroll with Bobo. While riding Bobo, I heard the scream of a young girl in front of me. “Did you hear that, Bobo?”

“Who's that?” I asked.

“Someone is in trouble at this restaurant,” I said again. Indeed, my instincts were correct; it was a young black girl whom some restaurant workers had ejected because she lacked the funds to pay for a meal she had ordered.

“Ah! Leave me alone!” The young girl protested to the restaurant staff as they pulled her out.

“You don’t have money, you don’t eat,” the staff retorted. “Security!” She exclaimed.

“Aren't you supposed to be the police?”

“Don't just stand there; do something!” She urged as the staff shoved her outside while two Police Officers were passing by. “Sorry, young lady, there's nothing we can do,” the two Officers from the Italian Police Forces responded, chuckling at her plight. She was indeed a black girl, around 16 years old. How did I know about her age?

One thing about me is that I was not shy; I engaged her in conversation, naturally.