Venitian Thresholds by Albert Russo (ink book reader .txt) 📖

stood next to me right now if ... if ... and we certainly would have never met. Listen to the seraphic voices. Aren't these rituals mankind's most magnificent tribute to their creator? I have lost faith in Him, Aldo, the moment I set eyes on you.

1958. Bonn. Now that I hold a professorship at Heidelberg University and though my stipend is still modest, I've arranged with the ministry that part of it be added on a regular basis to the allowance it sends Franca Levi - with the proviso that my contribution will remain anonymous.

1984 Waiting at the entrance of the Rest Home. I've waited forty years for this moment. In my perfect Italian, concealing any trace of emotions, I shall tell her, "Signora Levi, you probably won't remember me, I used to live in the sestiere de Dorseduro behind the campo della Carità. I was a friend of Aldo's and ...”


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