“But, is she Doriana?” I recognise from the height and from the brawny legs that she is Doriana. She turns back and her eyes conferm it. Two white gloves, mine and hers, raised in greeting. Sitting in the balcony , I hear person living opposite chatting with somebody: it’s a female. I think a friend of them , very keen on cooking. On the left, downstairs, a female wistle calls back a kitten: Nicoletta! Two buildings over there, a rolling shutter is pulled down or lifted ? I dont Know. It’s not clear. Inside a woman, with two children, abandoned by her husband. I’ve never paid so much attention to eyes an voices. Would we recognise each other in this way? All around birds’ chirping remembers me that is Spring!