A ministerial Fiat 130 limousine came to a screeching halt in front of us, and a slender, well dressed man in his late thirties got out of the car in a smooth cat-like manner…
‘Uncle Salvatore’ Catharina squealed, hurling herself at him and hugging him passionately. ‘Ciao, tesorina’, he said in a low baritone, smiling his [...]
(continued from: “The Bishop”)
A sudden draft made me shiver, and as I was wondering how this was possible in this heat of summer, the door of Mother Ferocia’s office swung open, revealing a stocky, authoritarian woman. ‘Greetings, my children, may the lord bless you and your loved ones. Please step into my chambers’, she said, [...]
(continued from: “The Bishop – part two”)
We got off the train and asked for information about the last part of our trip to the Convent of San Bonifacio. Unlike me, Catharina seemed to be suffering disproportionately from having her period, and as a result looked ominous during the whole trip. When we got off [...]
(continued from: “The Bishop – part one“)
We left the “Pensione Mirafiori” immediately after breakfast and got on a bus to Livorno’s Central Station. We figured out the best connection to Lauredana Colonna’s convent and then we were on our way. On the train we sat next to a Calabrese family that was surrounded by kids [...]
(continued from: “The Corsicans“)
As the door of the restaurant closed behind us, Catharina slipped her arm under my elbow and sisterly we walked towards The “Pensione Mirafiori” (bed & breakfast) that was recommended by the chef, and supposed to be just a few blocks away. The intimacy of the moment was felt by the both [...]
