He was walking in a straight line along a calibrated path, as if somebody had been tracking him on the pavement, helping himself with taut string. With Diletta smiling at the window, she’d been closely following that solitary figure for some time, even since it was simply a speck on the horizon: she’d have recognised it out of a thousand people and from some distance away.
To her, she seemed to become a child again when she was following the flight of kites in the air.
That speck, growing step by step, was pointing in her direction: it was the man with whom she was in love and for whom she’d spend many an hour at the windowsill.
Finally!
Now that he was approaching Diletta, his partner, he felt all the more excitement. His heart was beating wildly and it seemed to him it was growing
