Happy Easter. I did the math: In the last four major holidays (Christmas and Easter for the past two) I did not go back to Italy. A process of reprogramming. The systematic removal of their memories, their connotations. Moving culturally. Leaning elsewhere. My Easter has been listening to the episode of Caterpillar podcast (the one where all the listeners rang in to talk about their journeys, their return home, to their roots, one of them, a spiritual father, welcomed Peace and Good , which has had a spreader on me, I mean really), the vision of the Cayman before falling asleep on the couch of a colleague. The laughter of that child.
