CHAPTER III
THE FIRST PAGE
Almost unconsciously, as if driven by a mysterious force, Franco removed the soiled sheet of paper he had used to test the machine and inserted a clean one. He centered it well and awkwardly started to hit the keys, thinking back to the sight he had been so pleased with just before.
CHAPTER I (CARPETTI’S HOUSE)
The evening sky was so limpid that that you could almost count the stars one by one, while a crescent moon, sharp and shining, seemed to hang from an invisible thread which became lost in infinity.
From the window on the third floor of a suburban building there were flickering images of a television, reflected on the curtains. It was a small one, in black and white, the white plastic kind with the classic circular antenna attached to the top of it i
