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Monday 2 August
A n absorbed expression on my face, a pen in my mouth and looking up to the grey ceiling, I convince myself not to stop until I’ll find the emperor’s remains.
It is Vito, as usual, who interrupts my fantasies: «Did you close the accounting balance for yesterday?»
«Yes, all good, I set up transactions half an hour ago.»
He insists: «Did you check the cheques?»
«I’m on it» I reply annoyed.
«What’s wrong with you? What are you up to in the weekends?»
He will not give up until I tell him something. I don’t want to talk about Julian, he wouldn’t understand and in any case he has no interest in men who lived centuries ago.
He insists: «Did you finally meet a nice farmer lady in Bettolle? Or may it be that baker from Rapolano…»
He caught me by surprise: «Alright, I a
