Peter

Peter considered himself a lucky man. At the age of thirty he had been lucky enough to see unique sunsets from the Himalayas. He had travelled all over the world and known exotic places. The city of Srinagar captivated him. The Hermitage and Catherine’s Palace made him dream. The Grand Canal of Venice was a gift to his senses. The unforgettable red sunsets of Santorini. And always accompanied by the love of his life. An extraordinary woman who was always attentive to his needs which were not few. For that woman he would have given everything he had, even his life. Her honey-coloured eyes always smiled at him. Her lips, sweet and fresh, were a…