18 November 2008. Blue-gray dawn, backlighting the hills. Stream of jet, drawn upwards--a single narrow path...
Northern Italian winter, December light in the Dolomiti, over the Brenner pass in a broken-down car, muddy wipers working away, straight arrow of the Öesterreichs Autobahnen giving way to total latinate curves... Bressanone, Chiusa, Bolzano--even the names...
A climber's foothold, in the vowells, undeterred. Mastroianni, in wire-rimmed glasses (i Compagni), whispy beard--a prophet, a teacher...
Il futuro (the spark)...
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