Margara Russotto
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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...
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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...
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Everything is very cmplicated here,dearest friend.The cffee and the sugar have disappeared.