Other church bells began to peal, and soon it all sounded like Easter morning. Then, without warning, and for the first time in nearly two years, streetlamps all around Milan flickered on and brightened, banishing the night and the city’s long misery in the shadows of war. Pino blinked at how bright the lamps were, and how they made Milan’s ruins and scars stand out scorched and livid. But the lights were on! And the bells were ringing! Pino felt an enormous sense of relief.
Easter was a good choice instead of any given Sunday
