Overview
A school bus stops in the street. Behind the steamed up windows, among the children who are watching the rain, Giacomo surprises me with a look I know well, that of the photos of my childhood. In the distance separating us, the rain hides the tears and the smile, clouds faces. Past, present and future suddenly mingle. Time dilates, stretches like an elastic band linking us, that brings us closer and sends us further from each other.
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