The patient of 8.05 a.m.
— Read in Italian — — Read the previous one — A patient certainty Between one of the few certain things you’d find in your existence, believe me, you must add the 8.05 of every Monday morning. In a red bricks buildings with a noisy neighbourhood, an alarm awaits...
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The suicide office — Read in Italian — — Read the previous one — The lights of truth The stairs reflect a yellow light, even though today for S. they’re whiter and more lucid than ever. The shadows itself seem to be colourful, all colours coming from a wonderful...
