Silence in Italy
The beauty of Italy is in the order which may appear to be old fashioned outdated uneccessary frustrating when shops shut at 1pm and lipstick and hair combed are de rigeur at any hour a foot is set outside the door not like Dee in London Portobello in beige nighty and wrap going round to the Paki for ciggies in the morning unremarkable not here where everything is remarked upon everything is ordered by moons just now the new moon almost a quarter one more full moon then the second will be Pasqua calculated by the number of full moons lune piene dopo natale. Now there is silence in Italy. Once before I remember silence the day Calabrese was murdered by the Brigate Rossi and I travelled by train from Florence to Genoa to meet my brother who was coming by ship across the Pacific through the Panama canal across the Atlantic carrying and old suitcase of our father's tied with a leather strap full of books in English he came alone walking up the long ramp of stones from the sea wide sh...