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Short story: Letter from Egypt (part two)

Wednesday, 13 February 2013 by
Besides taking the name of God in vain, locals commits others rogueries: yesterday we had a «camel» in the desert. I was on my dromedary and before me there was a man riding on a donkey (or was it an ass?), who held the reins. Suddenly, when we were among the dunes, he let them
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Cat lady memories

Wednesday, 13 February 2013 by
Night. Silence. I’m sleeping. Something… something rasp at the door! Fear… oh, it’s the cat, dear, at three in the morning. Doubt: is really it? I mewl the name of the suspect. The suspect answers. What if it is a skilled thief pretending to be a cat? Slowly I open the door peering in the
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Short story: Letter from Egypt

Wednesday, 30 January 2013 by
Dear mom, finally we arrived to Egypt, the country of pyramids and phalaropes. We haven’t seen any phalarope yet but we saw some pyramids. As you know, they are very high and huge: just think about how many trucks full of rocks the ancient Egyptians had to use! How many scrapers, cranes, lift truck! They
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Short story: TenHundredThousand (part two)

Wednesday, 16 January 2013 by
What kind of story has a rich and happy child? Who would feel moved if there’s no blood and pain? Isn’t the story of Bishop Bernardo a better one? He arrived in my city having been sent from Rome and began to preach against the emperor and in favour of the Pope. But everyone here
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Short story: TenHundredThousand

Wednesday, 12 December 2012 by
In 1108, my city, but also yours, it was made of wooden houses. Pigs foraged in the streets, and wolves howled at the foot of the walls of mud. In my town, not in yours, there was the most prestigious Bishop’s School in Europe. For example, I could tell the story of a student at
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Short story: “The baby carriage” (part two)

Wednesday, 28 November 2012 by
Tea or coffee? She asked. I do not know, I replied. She went into the kitchen but returned immediately to ask me to follow her. I sat down at the table. I watched her pull out a pan from a cupboard, fill it with water and place it on the stove. The high-pitched noise of
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Short story: The baby carriage

Wednesday, 14 November 2012 by
A woman asked me if I could look after her child for a second: she wanted to go to the store in front of which I found myself by pure chance, accessible only through a two meters long ramp. I offered to help her taking the pram up. Too much traffic, she said, waving her
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