The air was dense with cold, and it began to numb all the teeming thoughts in my head. As we rushed toward the bus, away from San Gimignano and its towers, my ears began to ache and soon all I could think of was getting inside the bus and feeling warm again. I found a seat...
Every day he did the same things he usually did. He washed, ate, did his lessons, went to the market, but the life had gone out of it all. Sometimes, in the afternoons, he played tag or spun tops with other boys in the square. But deep inside he felt there was nothing to look forward to, no warmt...