A strange Encounter: Red Room or Red Car?

This morning, I went to do my usual errands and, as every self-respecting Italian woman, I couldn’t start the day without my daily coffee of the morning. I had to buy a little candle in a teeny-tiny shop, the entrance of which is situated under the emergency stairs of a huge crumbling building. In theContinua a leggere “A strange Encounter: Red Room or Red Car?”

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