1956
I was ten tears old, it was my
birthday.
My best friend (he was Italian, I still
remember the name: Nico Cicchini) was so kind to give me his
most precious treasure, a small photograph, a portrait
of a woman with incredible tits (a trade with his elder
friend - I do not know what he gave to Tullio Rucci, Italian too).
At those times it was difficult to confess but I got involved with
her eyes before thinking something about the size of her breast...
Today
As you see I do not wish to talk about the postcard
history! I want to write about our times, to look at past - and
lost - times and I want to let everyone build his own collection.
This means that you can download from my collection what you like
without asking permission!
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1961
I was 15, Nico arrived with his
usual smile and with another gift, another photo (above). I
appreciated his new gift but I did not tell him I had a snall
collection of women. It was a secret. I had to hide them
because of my mother (she hated everything about sex!) so I
never told anyone I was collecting girls instead of stamps! |
1985, April 8
I received the last photo from my friend.
I remember it has been the last one because I decided to talk with
him about my around 30 years collection and he decided the game was
over.
During the afternoon I decided
to visit the attic to look for something to sell in the following
garage sale. There were some carton boxes I never opened before. I
knew there were some of my grandfather's peronal goods.
I became curious and I had the prize! In a well packed box I found
39 great photo. In a hand written list they were well described,
condition, author, editor, rarity, value. I consider this addition
the best of my collection and I still keep the box with the
inscription: "Wife, please do not open!"
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1966
Now I was 20,
I was at home and the postman arrived. He had
a registered letter fron the far East. Of course
he did not find there old photos so
to mantain the tradition he had to send me the only titted photo he
had (great gift, she was his girl friend before leaving). |
1976
Ten years after I had to go for
my job to Paris where old relatives were still living. The first
Sunday I was there I found a lot of interesting postcards along the
Seine and I learnt what a boquinist is, a professional seller of
interesting printed items or, better, a mine where, if you are lucky,
you can find the treasure you are looking for since a lot of time (I
do not want to tell you how much money I left there..
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