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Sior (Mister) Alvise Zanatta was never seen at home and many of those who knew him,  and would see him around the “calle” both day and night, asked themselves if indeed he had a home or whether he lived...
That was my first time there. It was the end of February; the gypsy camp had been reported in the fields behind Chiaravalle abbey. Sitting inside the association camper that brings health care there  were three of us; besides...
The small town at the foot of the Alps was pervaded by a thrill. The anniversary of the battle that had made every inhabitant of the valley proud was coming up. In a bygone era, the anchorite saint’s body...
Anna watched the section full of German soldiers, who were digging holes and planting big machine-guns amongst the olive trees. An officer saw her, waving to greet her. That German officer had always been kind, unlike one of his...
"We had left Yerevan the night before; we had warned our aunt to expect us after dinner, but we knew that she would be nervous right from four in the afternoon: having little Lizaveta for the first time...
«Natalino, what are you doing? How many grapes have you eaten?». «Who? Me? I haven’t eaten any». Natalino comes closer at his usual slow pace.A little smile conceals the quick movements of his tongue that he sticks out to...
I’ve never loved music. Truth be honest, I’ve never hated it either.I’ve always felt a warm indifference, which never turned into open hostility. My farthest musical recollections are gathering dust between the notes of Fra Martino Campanaro and...
The alarm clock made Laura jump out of bed at seven thirty sharp. She marched to the bathroom, then to the kitchen, where she turned the TV on and enjoyed the pleasure of sipping the first coffee of...
He was standing there, in the square, looking at the new Cathedral: he was nervous and he wanted to go inside, but there was no time. The Prefect summoned him and, in spite of the fact that nobody...
Last year, in the suffocating heat of the end of July, at the bar the only subject of conversation was the destiny of Martinelli Palace: the usual old men’s chats! While drinking a glass of white wine and...

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