Michael Finocchiaro

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I paid, he took out the suitcases and passed them to me, I walked through the gates and up the path to the house. The door to the basement apartment opened, there was Gunvor, beaming. We embraced, I could feel how I had missed her. She had been here a week and showed me around our apartment, it was large and impersonally furnished, but it was ours, this was where we would live for the next six months. We went to bed and afterward we wanted to take a shower, but the water smelled like rotten eggs, I couldn’t stand it, she said all the water smelled like this, it came from the volcanic soil, the ...more
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