I remember well the day I first arrived here, attracted by a small crumb left on this terrace. It was winter, and that gesture seemed like a real treasure to me. The girl who lived here was kind: every morning she would leave me rice chips or corn flakes, and I would come back happy to visit her.

My name is Chessy, I’m a redhead born last spring in a tree in the S. Pio X neighborhood in Trento. Since I learned to fly, I fly every day over the roofs and balconies of this quiet neighborhood, where everything moves calmly and harmoniously. I like to glide among the electrical wires, tap on the balconies and listen to the city wake up.

During the winter I discovered this building and its balcony, where I always found something to eat. Then spring came, but the cyclamen were no longer watered, and the terrible cat behind the window door was gone. One day, with the windows open and the house full of boxes, I decided to go inside.

The living room was big and bright, just like I imagined. Next door, a functional kitchen, which has remained furnished, ideal for preparing intimate dinners, perhaps passing the dishes from the window overlooking the living room. There are two spacious double bedrooms, one already ready to welcome new residents. I also explored the bathroom, looking for water between tub with shower, sink and bidet, but eventually I left the window to go to the nearby park to thirst.

Returned by the kitten — what a satisfaction when there are no cats in the house! — I found a well-organized storage room, and even a package of forgotten biscuits. I also discovered a nook where you can arrange a large closet, so everything stays in order.

Now I am back on my favorite balcony, sunny until sunset, from which I watch the city, the lights go on and the sky open above me. How I miss the girl… her affection kept me company on the coldest days. I hope someone opens these windows again soon and gives me another tasty little surprise.