You refused to follow the fashion and had your own ideas about what to wear. You refused to let advertising or marketing supply you with needs you didn’t feel. On holidays, we’d stay either ‘with a family’ in Spain, or in modest hotels or guesthouses in Italy. It wasn’t until 1968 that we went to a big modern hotel, for the first time – in Pugnochiuso. We ended up acquiring an old Austin after ten years. That didn’t stop us considering individual car ownership to be a disastrous political choice that pits individuals against each other by claiming to offer them the means of escaping the common lot. For household expenses you had a budget that you set and managed according to our needs. This reminds me how you’d decided, at the age of seven, that to be true, love must think nothing of money. You thought nothing of it. We often gave it away.
Letter to D – A Love Story
