Via Commerciale in the ’60
by Rita Siligato
Back then, everyone walked a lot. On a Sunday, when the men were at home off from work – “Why the men?”,...
Tea for Two
by Rita Siligato
Brr brr… Brr brr…
She is now accustomed to the peculiar sound of a British ringtone. She owns a brand new smartphone –...
The White Dress
by Rita Siligato
“I thold you to stand thtill!!!”, said Marina. One by one she removed the pins she was holding between her lips, sticking...
The Unexpected Visit
by Rita Siligato
“Aunt Redenta? Duncan here…”
“Duncane, dear!”
She hasn’t figured out how to memorize a telephone number on her brand new cellphone yet. Every call...
Home is where…
by Rita Siligato
They were sitting together on the bottom of one of the two bunk beds, in the old room where the four sisters...
Central Station. Trieste. The ’60
by Rita Siligato
Everything was waiting for them in the heath of June: the Central Station of Trieste was crowded with overheated people examining the...
Trieste Calls Liverpool
by Rita Siligato
Dear Nella,
I am always glad to receive a letter from you. Please remember not to tell mama you write to me privately....
A Difficult Decision
by Rita Siligato
“It’s all set.”
Redenta is standing near his bed, in his room. She is staring at him with piercing eyes. He is half...
Liverpool
by Rita Siligato
Dear Redenta,
I am writing to you because Mama would not understand and I’m sure she will be terrible with you. I know,...
Redenta and the Mayor
by Rita Siligato
Standing in front of the house where she had been living all her life, Redenta stares at the potholes in the pavement.
“It’s...
