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The traffic was in a slow burn, backed up about a hundred metres from the lights to the barracks. Cars drifted in and out of lanes; mopeds cheeked between lines of their own invention, and yet the filter right was still blocked. Finally, the old man lost all patience and started tooting his horn. “Cretini, …
It looked like it was going to rain, but, of course, it never did. The clouds would not budge, but nor would the heat. They could not stay a moment longer in the flat, so they bought a wheel of foccaccia and a bottle of Guadianello and went to the beach in Torre a Mare. …
Bembi had had a hard winter living in a derelict house by the railway tracks when Daniel told him about the priest at the San Rocco church. After the service the priest took him into his office and questioned Bembi about his faith. Bembi did not make any bones about it; he could not pretend …