"On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The pa...
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared...
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