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Paolo Marchi Vidi, 61 years old on August 12, Rivano doc, hotelier, sailor, volcanic forge of a thousand ideas, importer of windsurfing sails, creator of the “Coast to Coast” brand, embarks on the longest journey of his life yesterday afternoon, Wednesday, November 11. Only in February of last year Paolo and his friends mourned the death of Pino Marchi Vidi, Paolo’s brother dragged by a bad disease, today Riva and the entire Garda Trentino are forced to greet Paolo dragged by Covid.
A fight that lasted two weeks in the Rovereto hospital, first hospitalization and then with the worsening of his conditions transferring to the intensive care unit of Santa María del Carmine where Paolo fought all he could. Erica Fambri, his wife and Michele the son are devastated by grief because the hope, which at first was linked to the decline of the feverish state, was that for Paolo it could just be a bad moment. Instead. Instead, old friends, fellow hoteliers are outsourced to bad news. Not because those who lost their lives because of the Covid are overcome, but because Paolo Marchi Vidi was well known for his business, the third generation of hoteliers and restaurateurs who maintained high the palmarès of a hotel like Villa Miravalle in via Monte Oro and the Villetta Annessa restaurant.
«I was a friend of the parents – says Paolo Danti on the phone with a lump in his throat – I had known Paolo since they took him out in a wheelchair. Pino was like my brother, we lost him a little over a year ago, now Paolo. I don’t know what to say, I swear, I really don’t know what to say except that everyone liked him, he had a smile for everyone, he never got mad, a character like that who always made him think positive. Unfortunately he left us all incredulous.
Paolo Marchi Vidi had a dream, that of being able to go around the world in a sailboat, and ten years ago he left for that trip across the Atlantic to reach the Caribbean and stop there. Paolo was fine during the winter, but he missed his Riva. After being wrecked with the first ship, he had bought a second that he had brought to Genoa last year. He wanted to base it in Cagliari, maybe do some charter in the Mediterranean in winter, but he pushed more and more for a quiet life, home, work, friends, interests. “Hello ni” he always said when he remembered, because it was customary to stand up and disappear even in the middle of the most intense conversation that could be done. “Have a drink?” He always asked who came to visit him at the hotel, or “Nente a magnar en bocom ensema?” The news of his death soon circulated through Busa, all incredulous because even knowing that he had been hospitalized in recent days the fever had dropped and the hope that the clinical picture could improve was strengthened. Unfortunately, her lungs collapsed and assisted respiration was unable to cope with the severity of her condition.
Paolo Marchi Vidi has set sail for his personal tour around the world, at the helm of his Victory, no longer afraid of rough seas or oceans, high waves or storms. The captain, as he liked to be called, took the helm and left, alone, without bushings or sailors, perfectly capable of maneuvering in the middle of the biggest storm of his life that will end up again somewhere in the universe waiting for his many friends who, one day away, will tell him “what bad joke did you play on us? Not if he goes alone, let me know.”
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