A very important letter’s envelope

Let’s think positive. Stevie is going to meet an english guy who teaches the language to children (like Andrea, my little brother). In Italy. Near my house. Who is married to an italian woman and probably can understand the difficulties of living in two different countries, continously moving and never having a certain future [—-> because ok, I know I travel a lot, but honestly I was not chosing Ireland for ten consecutively times if I was going in holidays as everyone thinks].
It will happen nothing, for the hundredth time, ok. But at least it is a try. And to wish us good luck I drew this envelope for the little Andrea, that loves to draw and to play with Stevie: he will be the one giving Stevie’s message to the english teacher 🙂

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