Mauro
Mauro was born in Turin August 4, 1961, son of Francisco and Yolanda.
It 's the first of three brothers, children are Albert and Isabella at an early age lost his father in a boating accident, the incident has devastating effects on family, and in particular on Yolanda will cross under the difficult times psychological point of view.
Even with aid of the grandparents and uncle Gianpaolo, Mauro over difficult times and reaches the age of 12-13 years when he attended the school of Giovanni Pascoli Turin: the desire to study was perhaps not extraordinary and Mauro is rejected and forced to repeat the second class.
This is "achieved" in II D, and Sergio Augusto, they were already a couple of friends from the previous year and the beginning was not easy to make friends, the occasion was a survey in English "The Atom Bomb." Mauro provided the material to read up: an extraordinary encyclopedia on World War II, Augustus did the research and the translation ... however, eventually came sufficiency ...
From this moment the fate of Mauro, and Sergio Augusto will intertwine gradually more and more until one night Mauro MAUGSE coined the term to highlight what our friendship was deep.
Obtained middle school, he enrolled at Tech Mauro Bodoni and graduated chemist.
Meanwhile earns money by working at the first betting shops S. Via Paolo di Tolmin and then the training room Statute (1976-1980).
The period in which military service is not particularly happy: the barracks in which it operates is the infamous "BellinzLager (Bellinzago) but eventually even this obstacle is overcome.
From 1980 to 1985 worked as a clerk at a major chemical company in the hinterland of Turin, the Valpellice Spa, from this moment on, his career becomes brilliant: since 1986 with the first group 3R catering, then the GSC Srl gradually assume more and more important tasks of nature management, to establish in 1990 the Riviera SAS, a company for the catering with a self-service in French Road.
In recent years knows Katy, with whom he got married and have a son, Francis.
In 1993, the Riviera opened a new self-service restaurant at the Mall "The Jupiter" Pozzolo Formigaro AL and then in 1995 a third restaurant in S. Mauro Torinese.
At this point, however, the misfortune She will turn and the fate of him, the marriage ends in a marital separation, companies go through a bad time and just as the final blow Mauro is involved in a motorcycle accident, which fortunately comes alive with some fracture after a few days coma and several weeks of hospitalization.
In 1996 he worked at the dealership and Iveco Orecchia Scavarda in Moncton in 2000 and entering the business of a commercial agent for several companies that operate nationally.
Later, through a period of severe depression resulting from a further series of tragic events, such as the disappearance of the mother and the violent killing sister Isabella.
Due to an excessive dose of medicine, May 21, 2004 into a coma and is hospitalized in intensive care at the Hospital of Cirie. The May 31 cease the last vital signs: is fulfilled his last wish to donate organs.
Wish You Were Here
I know, I know you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
Vorrei che fossi qui
So you think you can tell heaven from hell?
blue skies from pain?
you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a role in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl Year after year
running over the same
old ground What have we found?
The same old fears Wish you were here
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