“How many times have we stood by you, holding your hand while you were suffering? How many times have we shared the last laments, the last looks, the last few smiles full of hope? Now all this is gone.” How many questions, why. Today every memory, even the smallest, becomes an indispensable torment to go on. The sufferings of others also begin to be ours to understand how time becomes a precious gift, a wealth, we who can appreciate and live it. But is there really this awareness?