Massimo Cereso - Provence Forever

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Money, success, power- who doesn't dream of being on the sunny side of life, being able to fulfill all their wishes and belonging to the better society ?

But this sunny side has its shadows, as Massimo Cereso's chronicle depressingly shows. His life paints the picture of a man who succumbs again and again to the seduction of money and success, often destroying what he has painstakingly built up beforehand.

But it also reflects the life dynamics of a man who has finally come to rest in French Provence.

Lubéron Lubéron Many people, including many artists and painters such as Paul Cézanne, Vincent van Gogh, Marc Chagall or Pablo Picasso, have left everything behind to stay forever in this paradise of light and intense colors - because once you get to know the beauty of Provence, it is difficult to part. Region Vaucluse Lubéron Provence

1. The state of suffering 1

2. Arrival in the Lubéron 2

Teil 1 Storm and Stress Teil 1 Storm and Stress

3. Foundation stone 3

4. Sabrina 4

5. Anushka 5

6. The second company 6

7. The prison sentence 7

8. The dangers of growth 8

9. Luxury

10. The company

11. Descent

12. Fidelity and infidelity

13. New possibilities

14. Claudia

Teil 2 Michéle

15. Michèle

16. Psychic Terror

17. Michéles Story

18. Divorce from Anuschka

19. Trip to South Africa

20. Claudia's Revenge

21. The Hovering

22. Separation from Michéle

Teil 3 Claudette

23. Claudette and the Lubéron

24. No more life without Claudette

25. A new Life

26. A new everyday Life

27. The new family

28. Jealousy

29. Exciting everyday life

30. The birthday, a review

31. Autumn

32. Christmas

33. Twenty-two years of love and partnership

Anhang

Provence und Lubéron

We rarely think about what we have,

but always remember what we are missing

Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860)

Many people, including many artists and painters such as Paul Cézanne, Vincent van Gogh, Marc Chagall or Pablo Picasso, have left everything behind to stay forever in this paradise of light and intense colors - because once you get to know the beauty of Provence, it is difficult to part.

Region Vaucluse Lubéron Provence

1

Now I am alone again in my paradise, the windows of my study are wide open, the impressive view of this unique landscape that cannot be described with words gives me comfort and strength to accept my fate.

A hot summer day is coming to an end, the concert of song cicadas accompanied by croaking frogs is beginning, the moon has risen on the horizon of the Lubéron, illuminating under a starry sky the contrasting hills and plateau of the Vaucluse.

An eerie restlessness that accompanies my sleep that night makes me open my eyes. The light and the morning sun of Provence take me back to the past. My thoughts circle around the last seven years with Michéle.

Michèle is not here, the last telephone conversation from two days ago is infinitely long ago. The idea of living this day without Michèle paralyzes me. A look out of the window of our bedroom, behind which the paradise of Provence stretches, brings sleep back to me; I see Michèle escaping from our paradise as a white seagull and, carried by the stormy mistral, disappearing on the horizon of the Lubéron. With all my strength I resist letting go, but Michèle's forces, supported by the violent mistral, leave me no chance to hold her. My arm is torn away, my life dissolves, I crumble to ashes.

The diabolical cries of my two beloved grandchildren, who have been with me for a few days, accompanied by my daughter, end this dream. Bathed in sweat and in total exhaustion, I begin this day. Three more days I have to endure them, these children who strain our beautiful house lovingly decorated by Michèle. This paradise suffers terrible tortures, all furnishings are already marked. These over-excited monster children scare flowers, meadows, fields, and disturb the perfect tranquility of Provençal nature. I realized that these people from the northern industrialized countries are unfortunately forced to live in a world of horror, because they live and dwell in concrete, have to breathe polluted air and work like ants, so that they can afford their ant dwellings and their so-called quality of life. These over-excited, still young people, accompanied by their parents, visit the peace and perfect tranquility of Provence for a few weeks every summer to find the balance that the locals have as a result of the scenic beauty all year round.

In the immediate vicinity of our house is the small schoolhouse of our village, there I noticed that the children from Provence are influenced by the beauty of this land and are therefore perfectly balanced.

Despite everything, I try to tackle today. My grandchildren, because of some harmless and peaceful bees, have moved their planned breakfast from the forecourt, which is under our bedroom and overlooks the vastness and beauty of Provence, to the inside of our house. In the meantime, since my grandchildren are burdened with additional stomach aches from the Provençal food prepared with the very finest Provençal herbs mixed with garlic and olive oil and have to suffer a sunburn on their sterile snow skins, I will soon have the opportunity to enjoy my breakfast alone, in peace and quiet, on my beloved forecourt in the garden.

While I ponder my thoughts, another hour has passed and in the meantime my daughter has made herself comfortable at the swimming pool with her two pests, who nevertheless mean a lot to me in my life. Now the time has come for me to take my breakfast undisturbed. Fortunately, I am protected from the chatter and the shouting by plants, trees and bushes. Still, I wouldn't be surprised if my flowers, plants, and bushes didn't survive this stress until my visitor's departure. Now I sit in our garden, with my thoughts all alone and silent with Michèle, who means everything in this world to me. Nothing is more important than Michèle, I am in a total dependence as a result of this love, like a drug addict in his very last stage of life, shortly before death. My former life was only life; I never thought of death, thought of myself as immortal. I could never have imagined becoming an old person, never having no more friends.