Via delle Ombre
On most days, the sun wakes me.Even on dark days, there's a lot of light in the mornings—thin lines where the blinds don't come together.It's morning—I open my eyes.And every…
On most days, the sun wakes me.Even on dark days, there's a lot of light in the mornings—thin lines where the blinds don't come together.It's morning—I open my eyes.And every…
My father remembers next to nothing. With slight exceptions.Do you remember fixing transmitters for the Home Army?Of course I remember. Were you afraid?I don’t remember. Was Mother afraid? I don’t…
Why hadn’t he thought of it before?He turns to Jo, to the waiter handing outbuttered rolls, glasses of wine, caviar:everyone must go! He realizes chairsshould remain in disarray, windows open,gleaming…
Time passed, turning everything to ice.Under the ice, the future stirred.If you fell into it, you died. It was a timeof waiting, of suspended action. I lived in the present,…