Genova Again

Saturday. Back in Genova for the weekend. Dad asked whether I’m planning to move in every second Friday. I told him not to tempt me because Milano currently contains school. We went out this afternoon and he let me choose where, which means we ended up walking near the sea again. I know I repeat myself about Genova. That’s because Genova repeats the same trick on me: narrow streets, buildings, traffic, noise, and then suddenly water. Dad bought focaccia. Obviously. We talked about music and he made the face adults make when you explain why being in a room with extremely loud hardcore is enjoyable. To his credit, he didn’t say it isn’t music. He asked what I hear in it. That’s a better question.

Remember me, Eclipse.