Carpetti just shrugged his shoulders and remained silent, he didn't know what to answer.
His attention was caught by a book that had silently slipped out of Walter's inseparable leather bag when he had placed it on the ground.
It was called "Anonymous Thoughts" and looked very old.
"It's a book I care about very much, there's a long story in it. Take a look at it, if you want," Walter said, handing it to him; the other took it and studied it for a few minutes, almost with distrust.
Leafing through it he realized that it had been only half written, it began with some yellowed pages, apparently written many years before, and at the bottom of each of these was a name, a place, a date.
Each page was written in different handwriting, and from page to page the ink looked younger, fresher. F
