What a sad Saturday… I have just heard that Giovanni Albamonte left us this morning at about 3. In these years he has fought like a lion, now it is right for him to rest. When I think of him I don’t mean his victory at European Junior Championships in 1992 nor of his victory with Riccardo Intonti in pair championships nor all his international and national great achievements. I remember of his smile as a boy, printed on his face 24 hours a day: Maybe such a smile was on his face also when he slept and now it will be with him forever.
I remember his beloved Federica as a shadow never leaving him: When she looked at Giovanni, her eyes spread all the love in the world.
I remember his humble way, his capability to listen and to give bridge advise, his amazed smile when a beginner asked him an absurd question. His patience, his calm.
I remember when he moved to Sicily to Milan to work and began to go to clubs in the city, and the way in which everyone – all without distinction- immediately started to love him. He had that something more that created a sense of sympathy around him.
I know how much pain we will feel when we remember giovi-alb, his BBO nickname.
You see, the bridge world is strange, it extremes all the sides of our character, but in his case the only extreme thing was his kindness, his moderate but always present cheerfulness.
Personally today I feel poorer than yesterday. But we all are a bit.
I embrace Federica – and all those who loved him – and I thank her for all what she has done for Giovanni.
Goodbye my dear friend…