A magic night

I am thinking about what Christmas was like in the sixties. Not everyone’s, mine.

I lived in a nuclear family: father, mother, me. My brother hadn’t been planned yet. A provincial town in Tuscany, an apartment in a popular neighborhood, furnished in a functional and modern way, because we were a family in step with the times. My mother worked, drove the Bianchina and did the shopping at Smec, the first supermarket to set foot in the…

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Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published six novels.

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Patrizia Poli

Patrizia Poli

Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published six novels.

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