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❝ "On one of those days—it was drizzling—I had to return before evening around the Consolata. I was looking for an electrician and it had a certain effect on me to see the old shops, the big doors in the alleyways, and read the names, recognizing the signs. Not even the cobblestones of the streets had changed. I didn’t have an umbrella and, under the narrow strips of sky between the roofs, I found the smell of the walls again. 'Nobody knows,' I said to myself, 'that you are that Clelia.' I didn’t dare linger and poke my nose into the old shop windows. But when I was about to leave, I couldn’t help it. I was on Santa Chiara Street and recognized the corner, the barred windows, the dirty and fogged glass."
❝ "all this is disgusting. No more words. A gesture. I will write no more. I forgive everyone and ask forgiveness from everyone. Is that okay? Don’t gossip too much."
❝ "A country is needed, if only for the pleasure of leaving. A country means not being alone, knowing that in the people, in the plants, in the earth there is something of yours, which even when you are not there remains to wait for you."
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