Italy

  • On the railroad part four

    “Oh my, you have a beautiful smile,” said the man who had just taken the seat opposite me in the train from Verona to Innsbruck.…

  • On the railroad part three

    “Did you tell the man in the trattoria you came from us,” asked my happy receptionist in the hotel the next morning. “Ehm, no, I…

  • On the railroad part two

    “You can just take anything you like,” the receptionist in the hotel had told me. “No extra charges. We want you to feel free and…

  • On the railroad part one

    I woke up early, happy that I could finally get out of this place. Somehow, Bologna and I hadn’t been off to a good start…