Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Bernardo Route 11
Part 1: Prison
Day 5 Closing
Post-lockdown that night.
A weak beam of moonlight shines into the room. I gaze out the bars while enjoying a smoke before bed.
And until I drift off, I nostalgically remember the everyday scenes of Daivan.
The chaotic, but cheerful and poor Little Italy.
The alleyways. Its inhabitants, all with faces I know very well.
Sigh, what I wouldn’t give for a nice bowl of pasta…