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3 thoughts on “L’ultimo treno”

1. Jane Dougherty on January 29, 2016 at 9:47 am said:

   Great piece of writing. The last train, bus, tram, whatever is always apart, on the edge, as if every passenger, and even the driver knows that after this, there’s nothing. They are the dregs of the day. Maybe tomorrow will be different.

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   • Christopher Farley on January 29, 2016 at 11:17 am said:

     Exactly Jane. That last ride smacks of desperation. Desperation to return home and desperation at the prospect of repeating the same thing the next day.

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     • Jane Dougherty on January 29, 2016 at 12:59 pm said:

       And there’s the gulf in between that I always find scary.

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