IV
Saturday 22nd August 2020
The initiation rite ended late at night, but already at the dawn in the hut there is a swarm of activity.
I leave my tiny room, still sleepy and in my pyjamas.
Each adept seems to have a specific task: there are those who cook, those who keep the fire alive and those who pray kneeling in front of a small statuette.
I approach the only person who is my friend.
«Did you sleep well?» Stefania asks. I haven't slept a wink.
«Like a log,» I whisper to her.
«Why are you talking in my ear?» She is amazed.
I approach again: «I don't know if I can speak or if I have to keep silent as yesterday.»
«Outside the temple we are all brothers, we can say what we want» explains Stefania.
«It's better that way. Is there a bar around here?»
«We are far from the country,
