Un micro-racconto storico ispirato alla tradizoine del pane sciocco toscano, che è iniziata nel medioevo. Pubblicato da Sundial Magazine.
Rumours spread fast, like the waters of the river Arno during a flood: the Republic of Pisa has blocked the ships of salt for Florence. They’re keeping the salt for themselves.
As I unload the flour from the cart, I see my master discussing this with the miller. He spits on the ground. I watch his spit mix with the acrid contents of a bucket someone threw from their window earlier, and rush inside.
I miss the countryside, I miss the subtle scent of the flowering olive trees…