Aug 4, 2008 | Fiction |
The heavy man pointed the tip of his cane towards the rows of lights that were coming on, down below. “In the evening,” he said, “with this stick I take my walk in the city. I choose a street, a row of lamps, and I follow it, like this… I stop...
Jun 18, 2008 | Fiction |
At the summons of the loudspeaker, the crowd of customers was gripped by a frantic haste, as if these were the last minutes in the last supermarket of the whole world, an urgency either to grab everything there was or to leave it there – the motive wasn’t...
