Deep down I didn’t want to hurt him. It was like sleeping, it was like dreaming, it was like rediscovering my true self: I was a giant. When I woke up I walked to my daughter’s apartment ready to have a long father-daughter talk. It had probably been some time since I’d spoken with her, listened to her fears, her concerns, her doubts. Pro peccato magno paulum supplicii satis est patri. That night we had dinner at a nice restaurant on Calle Provenza and although we only talked about literature, the giant in me behaved just as I expected it to behave: it was elegant, agreeable, understanding,
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Fascist giant; antiquity as weapon
