'Don't do it. It's too risky, its better to leave Francesco where he is', exhorted my friends. 'You won't be able to cope with the situation on your own. Sooner or later you will have to bring him back', warned the clinic director, giving me also to understand that conditions could be less favourable the next time. But by now my decision was firmly made and nothing would have induced me to go back on it.
With the help of friends and acquaintances, I looked among the groups of immigrants in search of jobs for a suitable candidate to employ as an assistant. The candidate obviously had to be male, reliable and willing to live in, available and, above all, have a pleasant personality, because I had no idea how Francesco would react to the intrusion of a perfect stranger into our close life as a couple. Then one day I met a young man from Sri Lanka whose gentle ways and dazzling smile immediately won me over. He did not ask too many questions and I was loath to describe the gravity of the situation lest he took fright. He was available, ready to start and accepted my conditions. And that is how Laki became part of our life, staying with us for more than three years. I decided to call him 'Lucky' in an attempt to challenge fate.
Of course I knew very well that Francesco's return would turn the apartment upside down. The dining-room became Lucky's bedroom and room had to be found in the cupboards for his personal belongings while a dining area was squeezed