's a story of love this, a story like many others, with its vagaries and contradictions of a typical couple.
traveled on an old tram in Milan, one of those sent to San Francisco on a Twinning art when I see a thirty year old intent on lighting a cigarette in the wind insistence of the morning. I had a special attraction for that kind of a little girls' vintage, out of a seventies film, but this seemed to be lost in a world all its own. Caderle kept the lighter and bent over to retrieve it regularly, but that cigarette was not destined to come out. So two words were enough to close and share thoughts on everything.
He said he was a traveler without effect, and had seen half the world was telling me endless stories of a strange trip.
to be continued
