Novembre 1966, Venezia

Tomorrow is November, and with everything that’s happening here and in the world, I don't have pleasant thoughts. That's why I'm sharing a story set in Venice during the flood of 1966, written many years ago to remember a friend I met at the Art High School of Venice. A school that we both attended and which for me represented a beautiful, extraordinary, and unforgettable experience. Anyway, like in all stories, there is always a grain of truth and a lot of invention and imagination. I wanted to turn this into a book, but it remains unfinished; this is just the first part. If you like it, I’ll share other chapters; otherwise, they’ll stay locked in my computer’s memory. Anyway, I already know where the criticisms will come from, but that’s alright.