Guiseppe di Lampedusa: Bendicò
31. January 2013 09:00
You never know who walks into Café Central—to share your thoughts.
He was sitting on a bench, inertly watching the devastation wrought by
Bendicò in the flower beds―every now and again the dog would turn
innocent eyes toward him as if asking for praise at labor done: fourteen
carnations broken off, half a hedge torn apart, an irrigation canal blocked.
How human!