Stories and News No. 1170 This story comes from an afternoon of few months ago. I was late and I was in a hurry. When that happens I tend to bend my head down, on the sidewalk, prompted to do so by the fear of stumbling or, at worst, falling. I never liked hurry and, since I can remember, I try to move from home in time, so that I can enjoy the beauty of every journey. Read also that as the many gifts that await us along the travel between the departure and the arrival. Well, that day, I began to notice some book pages on the ground. They were scattered one after the other, some I noticed under a parked car and others ended up in a bush. I took a handful of seconds to look at one up close. I crouched and saw that the paper was yellowed, then aged. I didn't know the title of the novel, but it's not important here. That is, it is immensely, but to me, I keep it for myself, I hope you don't mind. On the contrary, I would like to share with you where the thoug
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher