Sempione Main Road 33. About 3 a.m. Normal cruising speed. I’m heading toward the next unloading point: Gallarate.

The rain’s knocking loudly on bodywork and windows.
Spring’s just started and nights are already hot. The music can’t completely overpower the rain’s noise. Or is it hail?

A crack. I start and skid.

Mi hanno sempre detto che nella terza dimensione vengono recluse solo le persone tutte di un pezzo. Gente valida, gente abbastanza abile da catturare altre persone che farebbero di tutto pur di non essere riportate qui. D'accordo, so anche che chi passa dall'altra parte è facile che non torni più qui e, certo, la maggior parte non porta a termine più di una o [...]

I enter and check the place out.
It’s a hospital room. Maybe a private one since it is modern and well kept.
There is a bed but it is empty. After two seconds of silence, General Shelv thunders.
– Lieutenant! –
The lieutenant, who was guarding outside with another foot, enters with his colleague and they both are evidently surprised. Their eyes wander from [...]

He holds the steering wheel in his knees, he shifts gears with his right hand and eats his kebab while holding it in his left hand.
I look at him worried and I wonder what will he do when we get to the first curb.
-Where do you live? – He asks me.
I hear the front bumper scraping against one of the tires: [...]

I cling to my duster. It’s mid winter and no, I’m not cold. I believe I have never been cold, if not as a child when I lived in a Sevyhal alley with my brother. The reason why I tighten the collar in is to not call too much attention on me. I dabbed the wound on my neck as best as I could [...]