CHAPTER 9
The foulardI close the door behind me and I lean against the wall for some moments, caught by a strong tiredness after the long day spent in the countryside as I had to farm all that vast piece of land or come back on foot until Rome. Being sat on that armchair for twenty minutes charged me with sadness that I wasn’t experiencing since centuries.
Picturing myself with my mum in that room made me feel a great solitude and a desire to break it once for all, to reopen my heart to life.
Coming back with the motorbike then, in the absolute silence broken only by the street beneath my fast wheels, I only thought about the three of us, my family of a lot of time ago and what we are now, with all the love of a son and a mother w
