Personal: June 2003 Archives

and so it’s a 5am cab ride to Fiumicino, her eyes are closed and dreaming to the taxi dispatcher’s lullaby, calling over and over for cinque cinque and quaranta sei, with promises of prenotazione and passegieri, until you’re suddenly both awake and there already, hurriedly hauling this thrown-together luggage set, a total of just 3 bags, but in sum nearly a year, and almost a home.