“You need to make sure you don’t get on a plane under any circumstance, for them to send you to die in Ukraine,” I blurted out.

When I open my Facebook I find her friend request, at first, I don’t recognize her, however, I look at it until I discover that it is her.

“What kind of shitty country is this, that one even rejoices at news of a family separation?”

I am at home meditating on these things while I watch the drizzle begin to fall as a prelude to what is to come.

At least my daughter is happy for the moment and that comforts me, although I’ve had to buy this moment with foreign currency.

My TV is resting way too much. I don’t usually watch anything but a film here and there or a show, but now that’s not even possible.

A disheveled old man is buying next to me. I watch him open a plastic bag with difficulty, I help him but I notice something strange…

When I learned as a child, I became so passionate about it that right up until adolescence, I scarcely thought about anything else.

The author of this madness thought that if they took the barracks, an insurrectionary uprising would begin in all of Oriente.

Rocco is irreverent, libertarian, opposed to any power that threatens his autonomy, and this is why his words cost him…