Tuesday 26th September – afternoonAs we approach Peppina’s house, we see that the front door is wide open as it always was, during the day, in my grandmother’s time. We walk straight in and I repeatedly call Peppina as we climb up the uneven, stone stairs leading directly to the garden. No answer from Peppina, but Zia shouts out, “We here in garden.” Zia and Angelina are talking animatedly. Provvi and her kids, who are tearing around, are here, too. The women sit in the shade of the house.
About halfway up the continuous two flights of stairs is another flight leading to the living quarters: on the right is a big bedroom-c*m-living-room, where Peppina sleeps. Then, on the left, was my grandmother’s bedroom. From that room another door opens up to yet another stone staircase that leads up
