I Racconti Del Cuscino

One day Charlie became black. That normal morning he woke up and, looking at himself in the mirror, discovered he had turned dark. His skin was black, his hair was black, even his clothes and eyes were black. Shocked, he could do nothing but cry for three days. 

The fourth day he decided that his colour didn't mean anything and dared to go out. At his sight, three women passed out, elderlies made the sign of the cross, at least ten childen burst out in tears and dogs barked madly at him. Clearly he was the only one who didn't care about his skin.

After this episode, he locked himself in his room. He spent his days sleeping and watching what was going on out of the window, able only to ask himself for how much this would go on. He was extremely sad.

One night he could not sleep, so he decided to have a walk in his little garden. Once he was out, he noticed with amazement that he could not see his dark colour. Hidden by the black of the night he was like all the others. Still nicely surprised by his discovery he ventured out of the gates and felt ready to fight the town.

No one stared at him. No one fainted. No one even paid attention to him. He was just another person hiding from the daylight. 

Charlie lived the rest of his life during the night, having the best time ever with his friends he couldn't see.