A Man Without a Timetable
6 min readNov 18, 2020
It was all very simple once: we remembered without the insults we’ve received lately, the sea was clear. I was a man without a schedule, a bar, a street, a square, I left the house to understand on that day who we were, all I needed was to have a display screen in front of my eyes, to perceive with a software what was being ensured, among other things also a state of submission or whether in Rome they were studying what everything would be for…
