D-???
Second round of negotiation. I halve the distance towards my goal basically without a shot being fired, which makes me think that there is still ample space for improvement. I decide to do something you don't normally do in a negotiation, and I unveil my reserve price, stating that I will not accept a eurocent less than that. In game theory it is called credible threat. We will close, and we both know it, without calling in lawyers and courts. Despite myself, I realize that I'm having fun. You don't often happen to earn nearly six months' salary in a half-hour discussion.
There are backsides, of course. I'm comparing the situation with the end of a story with a girl, a long tome ago. The feeling is quite the same. I find myself humming without reason Dove sto domani, a song by my favorite band, The Pooh. And, incidentally, at that time I was writing a lot too. For me the act of writing has always been cathartic. Today I'm writing here, at that time I used to wrote on Live Space...
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