No matter what, sooner or later I would have to think about the incredible events I was trying my best to bury with the excuse of no much sleep on the planes. I shielded myself behind the excuse of getting home and starting chores, the excuse of wanting to eat, Benedetta's visit. Now, in the silence of my solitude, holding my front door with my back, trying to keep with all my might the world from entering my space, I knew that across the world someone was probably wondering if I had ...