I still discern golden traces In the desert where the dust is mute. The endless caravan of dawn, Like an impalpable silk shawl, Parades along the path; It doesn't look at me or speak my name, Yet I know every single face. With Moshe, I traded cattle, Eleazar still blesses…
Printable PDF version (in Italian) Part I Why is it so common to think lousy news is a better match for bad days? Fausto Marinelli received the most unpleasant news of his life during a sultry May morning. A few weeks earlier, his life had begun to take a strange…
Printable PDF version (in Italian) The elderly military man lay on a cot in the military hospital most of the day. He had been forcibly retired due to the age limit. However, everyone knew by now that the real reason was another: almost all of his subordinates had not yet…
Printable PDF version (in Italian) The time came for him to die as well, but it was not a quick passing. On more than one occasion, the old preacher, now bent by illness, tired, with a hissing breath that often exploded into a wheeze, even blamed his family members for…
