In that house I lived the most wonderful moments of my life. If I close my eyes I can still see the coastal mountains and the blue sea at the bottom of the twelve hundred steps. During the summer we would go all the way down and then swim or climb a hill or take a rowing-boat to reach an empty beach, the existence of which was known to very few people. We carried sandwiches and beverages but no sunscreen or hats. All the girls were rigorously topless, but if there was a lot of sex going on I wasn't part of it. I had just ended a long-term relationship and I wasn’t in the mood. The breathtaking beauty of the place was enough to make me feel elated.
At the moment the trick seemed to work; whatever it was that had upset me didn’t seem so important anymore. We were supposed to become familiar with the peaceful state of mind that occurred with relaxation, to the point that we would be able to evoke it in real life stressful situations. I practiced this technique for about two years, but I never reached that point. To tell you the truth, I got tired of the silly little sphere that would not appear inside my head when I needed it. It just wasn’t my thing, and now I know the reason.