Fribourg/Freiburg
Over breakfast I wondered how far back into the past I could see. The first kiss with a person of the female sex. I was three years old, and I kissed Elvira for her third birthday.
I met Elvira. A year ago, her husband had died in a car accident. For his birthday his friends from work had paid for a weekend in Piedmont. There were four people in the car when it was involved in a full frontal collision shortly before reaching Aosta. He did not survive.
Elvira was pregnant at the time, and she found one of her husband's poems in a kitchen cupboard:
Dear Elvira
You bear in you
a part of me
I live on
With you!
Rinaldo
