To get the key to turn in the garage door I had to spray the lock with a lot of oil. The door opened onto my past. Everything that belonged to Clara and Enrico was stored there. Against the left wall stood a huge wardrobe filled with my wife’s clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, trinkets. Against the right wall stood a smaller one with my son’s things. Even his toys were packed away in large boxes.
I sat on the ground with my back up against Clara’s wardrobe and began to speak softly to her. I didn’t want Enrico to hear.