Wow, what a beautiful piece of writing. The sayings from that period, the weaving of "recipes", and the little girl's mindset add a lot of color to this piece.
I could not stop reading. For some reason the Vespa scene struck a chord and I don’t even have such a memory. Something universal in the magic of softness. I think we all lose a bit of softness as we grow up, can only imagine what that annealing feels like when you grow “down”.
