As I leave the restaurant where I was eating, I run into some Carabinieri (translator’s note: Italian military police) in uniform. They are cleaning the city streets with carts, pushing them by hand like donkeys. They told me they were captured in Rome. I set a meeting time with them for the next day and give them a bag of apples. They give me a chunk of cheese they brought from Italy. I felt pity for them even if I’m more distraught than they are.
Rich Landers:
Thank you so much for the link to Soldier’s Mail. I love what you are doing with this project, especially that it is bilingual. I’m hooked!
Best Regards,
Rich
Link | November 12th, 2008 at 6:16
Nicolina:
ciao rosanna,
era da tempo che stavo aspettando il diario dello zio Oreste.
grazie anche a nome dei miei allievi.
ti abbraccio nicolina
Link | November 23rd, 2008 at 15:22