In a street, one of the many in Rome, there is a forgotten house on the hill, it has been there for many years and from that hill he sees the cars go up and down it is a forgotten house, certainly abandoned, you can see in the photo that it is isolated and without windows, today for you reader friends I want to go and see that forgotten house on the hill, here I park the car and I walk in the countryside to find out more about that house.friends readers, walking on the ground is a bit tiring the stretch is uphill, however before I had a good coffee and I feel fit, here I am, the house is clearly abandoned and forgotten by the owners it is a two-storey house not there is fence but only an aged fence, on one side a tombstone with a cross, I am curious to enter and I do not care who is buried there, there is no door and I enter, I am alone it is day and even if I am I'm not afraid, I see a lot of old furniture, a lot of dust and no trace of someone who has recently lived there, just a lot of dust, too bad, I put on a pair of gloves and try to see if the mystery can be revealed, who can have forgot a house in the country? If the house had been in good condition it would have been very beautiful, I go upstairs, luckily the staircase is full and I go up without problem there is a terrace from which there is certainly a beautiful view and I imagine that in the summer to dine on the terrace it's delicious.
Even on the terrace there is no trace, I go downstairs I think I will go away without knowing anything, I am perplexed I think I will go for another coffee, I go down the stairs and at the last step I hear the sound of a saxophone in the room, oh my god where does this sound come from? We are on a hill in the countryside, the house is abandoned, I have not seen anyone around, who can it be? I like music I'm not afraid but ..... backlit in front of the window broken I see a figure, a man playing but I can't distinguish who he is, by instinct I hide behind a curtain.
-hey man can you go out don't you like my music?
He saw me.
-I'm sorry if I entered I just wanted to have a look.
The saxophone man looks at me, tells me to sit in the chair and tells me.
-What's your name?
-My name is Walter
-Oh, nice, I'm Mario
-Hei Walter, don't you notice anything strange?
Apart from the abandoned house and the fact that when I entered I hadn't seen her play the saxophone, no weirdness.
-So you are not afraid of ghosts?
- I don't see ghosts
-I am a ghost.
-The ghost of the saxophone?
-Don't say nonsense I'm Mario and I just play the saxophone, you've seen too many horror movies.
-So you won't hurt me?
-Are you crazy? I haven't seen anyone for years, everyone has forgotten me and after years you are the first to hear my music.
-But you were a musician before being a ghost?
-No, I was a gas station attendant at a gas station.
-Is it amazing a gas station attendant who plays the saxophone?
-Why incredible?
-I have never seen a gas station attendant play a saxophone!
-Not only did I play but I also read many books does it seem so strange to you?
-Is this a crazy situation?
-Walter now I'll explain something to you, you see culture is something that must be for everyone, the arts raise minds, illuminate our hearts, give us joy and make us happy, culture is like a medicine that cures all ills and without contraindications, culture can make humanity better, don't you like how I play the saxophone?
-Oh yes, you are very good.
-Walter now I think it's time for you to go but I would like to give you a task.
-I listen to you.
-You must tell everyone what you have seen and heard
-It is impossible, you are a ghost they would take me for crazy, nobody will believe me!
-Walter I'm sure you have the best way to do it.
- I'm not sure I can do it.
-Yes you can, you are an artist.
-Yes but you are a ghost!
-Hurry to leave before I throw my saxophone at your head and when you come back bring me some chocolate!
-A ghost eating chocolate?

And to my question I can't see the ghost of Mario the gas station attendant who plays the saxophone anymore, I just have to go out, he gave me a difficult task, to tell everyone that I saw a ghost who told me to tell everyone that culture, art is for everyone and is good for all humanity, I hope someone believes me, but after all the ghost of Mario told the truth, now some of you want to come with me to bring chocolate to a ghost?  #yoorsnovember #forget  #yoorschallenges #yoorsupdates #athome #ghost #music #saxophone 
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There is a forgotten house on the hill