'I face the window and look out. I try to hold on the hope that the distant break in the clouds has cut through the dense nebulous gloom, heavy with rain. Will the weather change? In a few hours? Maybe. But we can’t hang around. Morning training is looming. We have to be moving by 8...'
by Laura Ghioldi (translated by Gillian Shaw, source text) I clearly remember the first time I […]

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