Serenella

Tomorrow is November, and with what is 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 Artistic High School of Venice. A high school we both attended, which for me was a beautiful, extraordinary, and unforgettable experience. However, as in all stories, there is always a grain of truth and a lot of invention and imagination. I wanted to write a book about it, but it remains unfinished; this is the first part. If you like it, I will also include other chapters; otherwise, they will remain locked in the memory of my computer. Still, I already know where the criticism will come from; so be it.