Chapter 22
True wealth is not what is flaunted,
but the one hidden at the bottom of everyone’s heart.
Lucia was tired, but satisfied. Unaware of the heat of early August afternoon, she sat quietly smoking on a bench in the sun of an almost deserted Piazza Federico II. Every now and then a few gusts of wind came to refresh her face and mess up her hair.
She had renounced to contend with the wind the flame of the lighter and so she continued to smoke one cigarette after another, lighting the next with the cigarette butt of the previous one. She was immersed in her thoughts, which retraced the intense days spent cataloguing all the material found and starting the series of conferences organized by the dean. By now it was the summer break, but Lucia was looking forward to September to resu
