” I had been there twice, but by now so many years had gone by that I had to ask the girl in the office where it was. She gave me a concerned look, and I felt embarrassed, then she opened a large register. She confirmed the first name, looking up at me in the same way, then took a small card and wrote numbers on it. She handed me the card, a map, leaned over the counter; with the tip of her pencil she showed me where the entrance was. Then she traced a line along the road I would have to follow…”
Read more of “Home” written by Red Hen author John Taylor, translated by Marco Morello, here.