Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

down the street


Day 250 – The old man


There’s an old man living just down my street. I used to see him every single day from my balcony since I moved into this building, at the same time, taking his usual walk, leaning on the arm of a new person each day. There is something special about this old man. He reminds me of something I can’t quite define. He is tall and imposing, walks very slowly and only with help, and he...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu