Fribourg/Freiburg
I wanted to be back with my friends at our regular table in the cafe. An e-mail from Sarajevo:
Ciao Renato,
I'm fine - lot of time off - lot of time - reading a lot - doing a lot - thinking a lot.
Starting a new chapter in my life, with less baggage and less discipline, less surliness and less drivenness.
Everything simply lighter and airier, just taking things as they come.
A pity we missed each other in Sarajevo. We miss each other every day but rarely by only a few kilometres. It's strange that it's the possibility that produces the loss."
Verda was a single mother. Her husband had left her during the siege of Sarajevo and gone to Belgrade. For the last six years she had been supporting the family and meeting its financial needs on her own. When I first met her, she had seemed fatigued; life had got the better of her. I was happy at her news.
I ordered a glass of port - and while I was writing my response I decided to fly to where the port had come from.
