Ho saputo che a casa nevica. Già cinque centimetri di neve, in aumento. Qui, ovviamente, nemmeno la pioggia. Mi autocensuro e mi raggomitolo nella mia tristezza.
#Memory is so strange! I can remember my mother bathing me (at least 75 years ago) and the name of the principal of my grade school, and that of a radio DJ I met once, 56 years ago, but I can't remember what I came downstairs for and bring something else upstairs.