Sometimes you feel alone, the children are now grown and have their own life, you are still beautiful enough to attract attention of others, but you're damned lonely and tomorrow begins to make a little 'fear.
So just a call on Skype by a stranger to make you mess up all the precautions of a lifetime.
Start talking, he (or she, of course) is always so kind, caring, loving you start to live in waiting to see if he wrote you, and imagination makes its way into your everyday life.
Then, here and there some signs discordant, something is wrong but you, stubborn and blind, you refuse to pay attention to what you see, what you begin to understand.
In the end, it's inevitable, you realize you have to come to terms with reality, you have to admit that the person so wonderful that for weeks has been the center of your life, is nothing more than a miserable crook, an impostor who has spent his time trying to extort you a few thousand Euros, and at this point you come back yourself, suddenly you wake up and you realize that you has been used, violated ...
In the end nothing happened, you were smart enough to understood before you lose even your money over to the dignity and esteem that you have of yourself, but how sad ...
"Solo i bambini sanno quello che cercano". A. M. R. de Saint-Exupéry