A tale of a dream come true...

On May 9th 2000 I realized that I made the right choice that day of 14 years
ago when , while watching a video on deejay television, I decided I was going to fall madly in love for The Cure.

It has been a long time and since then, I have never stopped listening to their music, which has been a constant soundtrack to times of depression, of fun, changes and growing up...

I was not going to miss it for the world: I flew to Rome on the 5th of may and the next day me and loredana caught a train to Florence, ready to go and see the Cure on their Dream tour.
TMC2 had organized a 'meet&greet' opportunity for a bunch of lucky lucky winners, and I met with them outside the Palasport around 7...people were already flocking to the venue for the gig...we were 'slightly'more excited because we knew that we were going to see our dream band, our long-lasting heroes...

With us were two of the TV presenters, mariolina and alex and the man who held the magic list, Francesco....after a lot of shuffling around and waiting, and panicking and tension growing stronger and stronger...well we were taken in the palasport, in front of the steps which were the way to the back stage...it was only 10 to 9 and the gig was supposed
to start right then...