The opposite of Blade Runner
Outskirts of Florence, near the airport,
lost in space and time,
almost total silence, some old ladies buying
a small bakery with wonderful bread. Places you only pass because they are on the way to somewhere else.
And because you don’t have a car anymore and go everywhere by bike !!!!!!!
no special neighbourhood, shops that sell anything from catfood to pressure pots
somekind of spell is present
I cannot name it, but I can feel it, smell it and see it
then I understand: It is the dwarf calling me to dance with him
as I did so many years ago !!!!