Federica Pellegrini and her exes: too many details?

Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Furgeri Gilbert).

TORaise your hand who has never made a mistake in love. To soothe our feelings of guilt there is always the saying “In war and in love everything is allowed” which absolves us from the nonsense committed in the grip of feelings.

And then there’s time, which blurs memories and makes the comparison with what we were less embarrassing. That’s how it should go. Forgetting, or remembering just a little, just what is needed to avoid repeating mistakes and to recover self-esteem.

But then there are the autobiographies, which force you to rememberto rewind the thread, to do it with the utmost precision, going into detail.

This must be why even a champion, like Federico Pellegriniin his recent autobiography Gold (The ship of Theseus), traveling in the past, has released the brakes and gathered speed.

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So we know everything (or at least all that she chose to remember) Of as he left his tank mate, Luca Marin, for the other colleague: Filippo Magnini. A triangle that hadn’t escaped the gossip chronicles of the time and which now takes on the contours of a story that ended badly and another born worse.

There is she who leaves Luca, after an already complex period in which he had started to feel bad and lose weight, tormented by suspicions of a betrayal by Federica. There is always her who, just two days after the end of the story, in a team retreat at the hotel, she is caught by the ex as she enters Magnini’s room.

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Luca’s scene, the big words of threat, she claiming the freedom to sleep with whoever she wants. The story is read, nothing to say. And again, draw attention, further on, the scene of Magnini, dumped by Federica who discovered the betrayaland who swoops into her house showing her the arm on which he has engraved, stripping it, the date of the day on which he left him.

Things that not even Shakespeare. Things that should be placed in that box of memories to hide ideally under the bed. Things that, even if you feel a little WonderWoman, you could serenely keep silent, knowing that they add nothing to your indisputable, worldwide WonderWomanity.

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