We all know, since third grade, what happened here. Vesuvius irrupted, the lava flowed, ashes flew, and the people fled. They didn't die immediately, but returned, when the trembling was over, to check if their homes and their belongings were safe--their fatal error. They died breathing in the poisonous gases, and were preserved beneath mounds of ash.
Check out the body and the pots.
Hey. I've been there.
ReplyDeleteDear Davide,
ReplyDeleteEach day I awake only to ask myself, "Perche non sono andata con Davide alla nave di crociera?" Then I dissolve into tears and wander out to the garden to feed the grass snakes and the bears.
Thank you for posting your pictures! Come home soon and then move to SF!
Unsubtly,
K
Dear K,
ReplyDeleteToday I saluted friends and alcohol with "Nazdravy", and thought of you. Tow days ago, I was in Dubrovnik, and words from the days of Pan Hezky--mam rad pivo--came spilling out. I bought some mushrooms, thought of you, and I too dissolved into tears.
I will book a flight. Take care of the snakes and bears until my return.
Miss you,
D