Friday 29th September – eveningA doctor arrives. He concludes that she has indeed died from the consequences of a fall. Accident, he writes on the death certificate. “That’s three deaths from accidents in the last two days,” he says, “two men died in a trattorino accident in the countryside yesterday. I do hope this tendency is reversed soon. A sad time for our village.”
A woman nods. The house is full, in no time at all, with women, mostly elderly, a few of them are accompanied by their husbands. They sit around, talking about something or other relating to life and death. How we’re here today and not tomorrow. How we go from nothing to nothing with a short life in between. They list stories of anyone they’ve ever known who has died in accidents. They compare accidents, even ones in whic
