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As we climb towards the north, towards the Alps, feeling our way along the Grenoble road to get to Lyon and then up again, to get to Dijon, around Paris and not too far from Calais, I think that...
I look at the ancient chest of drawers and wonder if the latest events may be linked to the arrival of this object in my bedroom, close to the wall, and absurdly lying on one side. It is a...
I am here lying on my bed while my wife is there in the kitchen with the boy for private lessons. Since we moved she decided to put herself back to study. She enrolled in Mathematics, but, according to...
It’s been twenty years today. I almost forgot. Had you not been interviewed today maybe I would have never thought about that. Look how pompous you, how you stare at the camera, how smartly and proudly you wear your...
They say she is crazy. She had come in a May morning, when the dawn still had the sharp smell of night bombings and the sky above the hill was stained black. Gabriella stood there, in the middle of the road,...
The night before his death, Mister Miranda arrived at the Café Funchal a bit after eleven. He chose his usual outdoor seat, close to the balustrade overlooking the river. From the inner pocket of his jacket he pulled out...
«Look what idiot: he’s parking again on my spot! Is he blind or what? Isn’t he able to read the inscription on the road? That spot is addressed to my hearse. I also put up a sign saying: “Private...
Gyumri station was crowded, and people were rushing to the platforms to get on the trains. In those turbulent days, Armenians were fleeing as far as possible: the war with Azerbaijan for the Nagorno-Karabakh province, that had lasted...
It was a night like many others in town. The new moon was late in lightening the alleys and paths among houses and fields and my steps were unsteady because of the excessive amount of alcohol that I...
Caterina Storti1 was born aptly the surname she holds. She’s suffering from Down’s Syndrome, and that’s the reason why she has almond-shaped eyes, even their colour is the same almond. Every day she softens’em with a light shade of...

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