Finally at home. A home I feel totally mine. After 25 moves up and down the Alps. Down to the Apennines. Up to the very core of the Alps. And down again, in the flat land of the Po Valley. In Italy. In the Oltrepò.
I am now 71. Incredible. In the hustle and bustle of a life full of pressure, drama, danger, I have reached this age without being aware of my time passing by.
Eventually the violent chaos is over. There is silence within and without. And Autumn is here. I lit my candles. I burn the aromatic herbs I dried. Their scent gently invades the space. My space. My home. In the silence I feel at peace.
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