When Jim and Weir made their entrance in the Sala Grande, the cinema, a long applause welcomed them. I was so happy and deeply touched.  

At the end of the showing, people expressed their esteem with a standing ovation. Everyone clapped and cheered for more then 9 minutes.  

While everybody was applauding, I approached Jim again and I tried to give him a letter where I thanked him for being so nice with me. An arrogant security guard snatched the letter away from me, but I called Jim and prayed him to take it. So he did.  

I felt embarrassed, because I was sure he could be fed up with me, but I wanted to explain him the reason of my behaviour and especially I wanted to apologize for being so intrusive and annoying.  

The day after, as I didn't know if Jim had already left Venice, I decided to go to the airport. There I saw some paparazzi and I asked them about Jim. They said he would leave Venice at about 1 p.m. I waited from 10 a.m. since 1.20 p.m. ...when I saw him coming on a boat, with sunglasses and his hair combed with grease. The lady of Paramount let me stay near the place where Jim was going to walk to enter inside the airport. So I could see him very well. Unfortunately, two stupid Italian policemen didn't understand that I could stay there and when Jim arrived they wanted to send me away.  

Jim and Linda bought a lot of things in Venice. I can say that because I saw their luggage. Jim bought Tods' shoes and Hogan's shoes. He also bought about 10 lamps of Murano's glass.  

I said goodbye to him when he entered in the restricted area.  

What I lived was too far from my dreams. I was cunning, I was lucky, but if Jim wasn't so gentle I wouldn't be able to talk to him and to photograph him. I really love Jim.  

He really is the sweetest boy in town, anywhere, all around, in the globe.  

I told you, dear Jim, and I'd like to repeat it again: please don't let the bastards grind you down!!!