Franco Volpi, a friend of mine, died last night. The day after Easter he was on his bicycle and was hit violently by a car! On monday mornings I would catch the train to Padova with him from our home city Vicenza. We would then have a cappucino together before going our separate ways. I always looked forward to seeing him. I will miss him very much. He was a husband, a father, a friend to very many, a philosopher and an independent thinker. Italy has lost a great mind and a good man.