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" Following a very unpleasant personal story that I saw guest at the San Vittore prison for more than five months, I found myself writing a" book " on that episode of real life . I'm really into and over the following months, I have developed two other " novels " . " Self scrivev so Paul Titta , born in Varese November 5, 1967 and that the work is certainly not the leader writer .

Survey imperfecta ( Giuliano Ladolfi Publisher , 303 pages , 20 € ) is one of the novels that Titta had in mind . The book tells of the "second life " by Renzo Brunetti, one that is painstakingly reconstructed in Milan as professor of Italian at a high school in the suburbs .

But of course that is intertwined with the first , when he lived in Ancona and only twenty-nine had already become Inspector of Police . A career began and ended early, a bloody spring day in which his life was irrevocably changed. A tragedy that has left a legacy so much pain to the point of doing it close itself to defend against the ghosts of the past , relegating him to a solitary existence . Only company remained ( and wanted ) was to Rocky , a boxer over sixty pounds of muscle .

 

With the beginning of the school year, however, the world is invaded by Renzo problems Marcella, Andrew, Luke, Barbara, Sergio, Beatrice, Edward, all students of the first F, its new class. And along with them, to mess up the lives of Brunetti's colleague also thinks English: Daniela, early invasive, one of those who speak so much, do not let yourself breathe, one of those who just can not levarti away, one of those who then, slowly, they become more than just friends and colleagues.

Will the youth problems of his students, the complexity of human relationships that the work he puts in front, and a series of dramatic events that link up to his "first life", to radically change the existence of Renzo. The professor will be reported to solitary existence less hostile feelings, to make peace with himself, with what had been and that, inevitably, it still is.