The unborn army

Yes, my father died before meeting my mother at university. I am one of those thousands of unborn guys. A stupid insane man entered his classroom at high school and murdered seven students, my father among them. He never gave me either a present or played both of us together.

The opera singer

Everyday at fourteen fifty he walked energetically along the sidewalk singing opera fragments loudly. He was  probably going home from work. People used to look at him as if he were insane. He had a powerful, clear, baritone voice. Always a different  fragment, from Pagliacci, Il Trovatore or Madame Butterfly.