#extracts (I will never be consistent, so I won't put the number in front)

"What remains of everything, of the Mora, of that life of ours? For so many years, a breeze of lime trees in the evening was enough for me, and I felt like another person, I truly felt like myself, I didn't even know exactly why. One thing I always think about is how many people must be living in this valley and in the world who are experiencing right now what we went through back then, and they don't know it, they don't think about it. The boys, the women, the world, they haven't really changed [...] yet life is the same and they don't know that one day they'll look around and everything will also be over for them. The first thing I said upon landing in Genoa, amidst the houses broken by war, was that every house, every courtyard, every terrace has meant something to someone and, more than the material damage and the dead, it hurts to think of so many years lived, so many memories, gone just like that in a night without leaving a trace. Or not? Maybe it's better this way, better that everything goes up in a bonfire of dry grass and that people start again."

Cesare Pavese, La Luna e i Falò