I was sitting on a large, towering rock at the height of the mountain, carefully watching the dusk settling over the village hills. A gentle breeze was spreading through the village’s plane trees. The leaves of the trees were swaying…
When I got off the taxi near the city of Craco, the driver looked at me with great surprise and said, “Sir, may I tell you something?” I replied, “Yes, of course.” He said, “Italy is a very beautiful country;…
Lost amidst the clamor of the city streets, I stumbled upon a realization. Standing there, leaning against the iron railings, I couldn’t fathom how many hours had passed since I set out. Yet, here I was, kilometers away from home,…
