Caro figlio, my dear son. / Tutti bene. But this country has gone to the dogs. / Tuo padre went off with a dark slut, / but he’ll be back. / Money is not a problem here / ma the water tastes like petr...
For a time, I believed that I had a language. I was sure: it was as much as part of me as my skin. This certainty began at age four, when my father taught me to read. It was in my mouth, in everyone’s...
Everything is very cmplicated here,dearest friend.The cffee and the sugar have disappeared.