Category: Italy

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Solitude

  I was alone, and yet I wasn’t. Two of my friends had just walked past, their heads stuck in a map, oblivious to their surroundings, and I liked it. I liked it that...

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En route to pizza

  We met Paolo- wavy-haired, scruffy and broke- at Paris Austerlitz train station. Aida and I were checking train schedules when he walked up to us with sad, pleading eyes. “I have no money...

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Roman trails

  I had walked right smack into¬†an Italian tussle. Two gladiators were brandishing swords and shouting at each other. The taller man, who was particularly loud, looked as though he was ready to eat...