Federico Betti
The Lost Twin
Translated by Gentian Cane
Published by Tektime
Copyright © 2020 Federico Betti
This book is dedicated to all those people who, for any kind of reason, are known as Marco Mezzogori
Preface
He couldnt be aware of the consequences from this sort of action, which exactly at that moment would seem quite normal to anyone.
He did feel really fine and this was the only thing he was absolutely sure.
Of course, not because nothing particularly impressive has ever happened to him: the same daily routine, but to feel good was the most important thing to Him, while nothing occurred till then so that he could think of something to be changed either now or later.
In His case, the notion of time merely was not a matter of concern, as the flow of minutes, hours, days and so on, perfectly matched with the saying Everything is relative.
One day, just at an imprecise moment, He saw Another one.
What was He doing in that place?
Being not able to give an answer, He realized day by day that the Other one had obviously the same rights as Him, including the right to stay where he was indeed.
Anyway, since the first day of his appearance, all has gone smoothly, without any noticeable problem, until something went wrong.
He couldnt be able to identify what had gone wrong, but certainly there occurred something that brought about the change to this situation. The Other one didnt show up, nevertheless all the rest remained unchanged, the same routine as always. Despite this, He would keep being the same, and for the sake of truth, He was feeling stronger and stronger every passing day
Two months later...
The man shuddered and could hardly sleep for several days.
He knew that the day of luck could be any usual day of his life, and very soon he would become a father.
All his friends and relatives became aware and were getting ready for the baby party and, exactly on the day the woman has been urgently sent to the Medical Emergency, he called all those who, for the moment, came to his mind and let them know on the forthcoming day of luck.
In the surgery room, the man couldnt wait to see the baby. Perhaps being not aware of what he was doing, he shook his wifes hand as strongly as could be of pain to her.
After a very long wait, she gave birth to her baby and the anxiety faded away.
The woman was sent back to a patient room in the hospital SantOrsola of Bologna, along with her husband.
After the required checks, the Head of the Obstetrics Clinic informed the couple about the baby boy size, his weight of about four kilograms and tallness of forty two centimetres.
It doesnt seem to be real to the couple: on that day their dream became true.
After spending the necessary time for recovery and waiting for the doctors decision to take her out of the hospital, the man got to the hospital to pick her wife up and along with the baby went home.
At the same evening, the man made contacts with his closest friends and relatives for having a party together on the occasion of his baby boy birth.
It was a real party in a very literal sense, with creamy chocolate cake, desserts, snacks, many drinks and also presents of the newborn baby kit, and while at the end, all were about to leave, it turned out that everyone was coming back home even happier since the news of the baby birth has been released.
Twenty five years later
I
Carla Mezzogori used to live a life without any unusual turn, except that sometimes she used to hang out with her husband or her friends instead, while he decided to stay home and watch any sport in TV.
Both had promptly a good feeling, in harmony with each other, as none of them hadnt shown signs of doing things differently from what they usually did.
It could be said also that both of them were the typical persons habituated to the routine, that is, neither expected something particular from life, nor behaved in such a way to incite their fate beyond their usual daily activities.
They didnt have kids as no such desire had been expressed so far, additionally, they were afraid of having the same fate as Luciano, Carlas brother.
Since the birth, Marco, Lucianos son, had presented some kind of abnormalities, if may be said so, and with the passing of time, his parents found out that their son was suffering from hemiplegia. In other words, he couldnt move the right part of the body because of such disease. He wasnt able to move either the arm or the leg.
Of course that Luciano and his wife, once received the confirmation of diagnosis, did obtain much more information and made a lot of efforts to improve the health of their son, through therapies and everything else, but health condition and common development of him had led to the decision of Carla and her husband to stop thinking of giving birth to any baby.
The missing kid and physical disability of her nephew had helped into the creation of a strong bond between Carla and Marco Mezzogori.
The boy had just turned twenty five and obviously had improvements since his birth, though no recovery could be considered yet.
Within the recent few years, Carla used to go and see her nephew, alone or in company of her husband, at least two or three times weekly; mostly during the evenings, often on her way back home or after dinner.
Just for thirty or forty minutes, long enough to see how he was doing, to have a chat with him and afterwards, she came back home.
Likewise the family of her nephew, Carla with her husband used to live in San Lazzaro of Savena, a county of Bologna, a few chilometers from the center of the capital of Emiglia Romagna.
The nephew was living with his family in viale della Repubblica, a street parallel to the street Emilia, therefore it usually took them only a few hundred meters to reach the nephews apartment, in the vicinities of via delle Rimembranze.
Frankly speaking, Carla Mezzogori didnt have great relationships with her sister-in-law, Marcos mother, nevertheless, Carla handled perfectly the situation whenever she was going to meet her nephew, sometimes putting a brave face on a bad job.
Perhaps the character of Marisa Lavezzoli; this was exactly the name of the sister-in-law, was one reason why the father of the hemiplegic boy had run away, just when the boy had turned eighteen.
A very bizarre fact that Carla and her husband had realized since the very beginning was that Luciano Mezzogori had gone one day without talking to anybody, leaving nothing in writing or no trace at all, as if he was suddenly eager to change his life leaving the past behind, and go far away and never come back.
The situation of the two remaining family members, Marco and his mother, was not plain sailing.
Since the day her husband ran away, Marisa Lavezzoli has had to take care of her hemiplegic son, and to deal with any therapy or treatment of his physical impairment, and furthermore, she has had to afford the expenses for two surgical interventions Marco underwent during the last years.
From the day Luciano Mezzogori was not along with them, the whole savings had been used for the medical treatment of Marco.
Unfortunately, her mom had never managed to gain a permanent job and always had to be satisfied with any small job found occasionally and at a short term, which could have helped her earning enough money to afford the living expenses for herself and her son, as well as the expenses for his medical treatment and care.
Over the years, things became even worse, and the eviction just arrived: now the mother wasnt even able to pay the rent, which was mainly afforded by her husband before, and in the course of a month, Marisa Lavezzoli and her son were both prompted to move in the apartment where theyre actually living.
It was one of the Municipality-owned apartments that usually were given to the low-income people and it only took very little to get the apartment.
Consequently, it happened quite often that every time Marcos aunt went to their apartment, she used to give some money to them in the hope of being used at best.
Because of hemiplegia, the boy had always with himself one orthopedic brace for the shoulders and the right arm and another one for the right leg and moreover, he regularly took the botulinum toxin for reducing the muscular tension.
Marco indeed felt enormously grateful to everyone taking care of him, though he constantly felt himself like a burden to his mother, aunt, and anyone else taking care of him.
Another person, with whom Marco had a close relation besides his mother and the aunt, was the nurse who every morning used to go to his home exactly at the wake-up time and made the botulinum toxin injections.
She always considered him as her own son and he felt deeply grateful to it.
Daniela Rossi, a middle-aged woman, was a member of the medical staff following up Marco since the day hes been diagnosed with hemiplegia. In the very beginning, the nurses switched with each other in taking care of Marco and helping him to carry out the daily needs, then through his mother, he had expressly declared to be followed by Daniela for the whole time.
Every time the nurse showed up in the apartment, Marcos mother usually went out and stayed alone in any other room, to avoid her presence; usually the injections made by Daniela lasted only half an hour in the morning and evening, and afterwards she used to leave and come back in the morning of the next day.
The same routine was applicable also to Andrea Fusari, the physiotherapy expert who was coaching Marco Mezzogori twice a week.
Exceptions were made only in the cases when Marisa Lavezzoli managed to find one of those small jobs at occasional basis, in which she was usually prompted to go out leaving her son alone: in such case, Ms. Rossi spent all the time with Marco until the return of his mother.
However, in some other cases, Marco used to remain alone at home, and it usually occurred when his mother considered necessary to do shopping unexpectedly.
Normally they counted on the availability of the service offered by the supermarket, it always worked out every time theyre making orders through phone calls and home delivery was made by the supermarket in return, while in the case of unplanned purchases, the mother used to go out and made shopping as quickly as possible to avoid leaving Marco alone for long hours.
The other cases when Marco used to be alone were exactly when he usually wrote on his personal diary.
He made such a decision when he had turned eighteen.
The diary was an inseparable companion of him, through the pages of which the emotions were transmitted, and he used to write down all the feelings, while sometimes he talked to it as if there was a mouth inside and it was able to speak. He recorded events from his everyday life, as well as any thought, emotion, and perception arisen to him.
Obviously, he considered the diary as a tool to give free rein to what he had inside, because he felt imposed to do so in a sort of situation which was never desirable to him.
Before sleep, he used to stay alone in his room, and turned his emotions into small letters written by him in ink.
Usually he tried to finish writing before the nurse showed up and before he laid himself on the bed, and if he couldnt do so, she used to leave him uninterrupted while he kept writing not in a hurry, and right after writing, she began to take care of him.
II
Stefano Zamagni knew Carla Mezzogori as both lived at the same street, in a few meters of distance: he was living next to the Square Repubblica while she lived in the intersection with the first segment of the street Venezia.
The first time theyve met was just occasional, as one day he had helped her to take a heavy box out of the car, and thus expressing his willingness to pull it up to the entrance door of the building.
He was passing by the ladys car and immediately had offered his help seeing her in trouble.
In return, she had thanked him and then each of them had been going on their own way.
Since that day, he had met her by chance in the sidewalk and both saluted each other, and while the days passed, the police inspector had begun to get acquainted with the lady and her husband afterwards.
The relation established between Zamagni and Carla Mezzogori couldnt be defined as a true and proper friendship, but more or less a good acquaintance by both parties.
Several times, the couple would also invite Zamagni to spend some hours in their companionship during the evening, and in return, sometimes he would bring some drink and sometimes would invite them for having breakfast at the bar.
In all conversations, they used to talk about a diverse range of topics, including the job (Carla was a state official in the post office of Bologna located in the Mazzini quarter, her husband worked in a mechanics shop; and they got very surprised when found that Stefano Zamagni was a police inspector), as well as the great attention Carla was paying to her nephew in particular, the bond she had established with him, and how the couple havent had decided so far to have kids fearing that they would have the same fate. Of course, their conversations did also tackle topics of general interest.
As far as he knew about this family situation, Zamagni was often asking Carla about the health of her nephew trying to avoid any excessive bothering to her family affairs, and in response, Carla told that his condition was more or less stable.
It was obvious that the police inspector didnt always come up with such topic spontaneously, but he often took the chance from the lady, who was the one opening it up.
He only asked her very quickly about the boys health, because after all he regretted that people may suffer such experiences.
Sometimes, Carla had told him about the relationship with her sister-in-law, which she considered unsatisfactory, as well as about her brother who, many years ago, had disappeared without leaving any trace. Consequently, Zamagni could have been able to assume that the family situation was quite disadvantaged.
All such thoughts disappeared in his head while being at job place, highly involved on solving a complicated case. Among other things, he recently had experienced the unexpectable epilogue of the occurrences related to Atropos case.
Zamagni wasnt yet able to realize the reality of things: he was committed to complete the process that seemed to be a routine investigation of the police, until a very strange and unimaginable thing occurred.
And everything ran so fast.
He was hearing with speakerphone a conversation that could have been very helpful to find the author of all those crimes, while Ema Simoni, one of his neighbors appeared nearby, bringing some food specialties she used to prepare, and exactly at this moment she distinguished the voice speaking on the other side of the phone. Meanwhile Zamagni hadnt realized what was really happening at least for the moment, then immediately he had implied the right connections even though he couldnt realize how it could be possible.