“I look at myself in the mirror and don’t like what I see: wrinkled, tousled, what is left of my makeup drops like two half moons under my eyes. I probably threw up, I can’t remember, because my clothes are dirty…I get in the shower, but there’s no water. I turn the tap on and off but nothing happens. I clean myself up as well as I can and leave the house. I’m already late…”

https://paralleltexts.blog/2014/10/19/cristo-che-mal-di-testachrist-what-a-headache-by-tania-puglia/

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https://www.amazon.it/Quaderni-della-Stanza-251-Carlo/dp/1479253766