CHAPTER 74: MILANO, ALONE (AS ALONE AS POSSIBLE).

At 8:47 a.m. I was already at Milano like a nervous statue. Double coffee, table against the wall, eyes on the door, back guarded. I’d slept three and a half hours—just enough to dream I was running through the port with a stained glass in my arms and that, once I hit the street, the stained glass w...

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