Sergio Costanzo, “I racconti della mano destra”

“Everyone has their own time and I keep the memory of my days gone by. To that light-hearted purity, to that lightness of mind, it is sometimes pleasant to return. “

I Passi, a suburb north of Pisa, on the outskirts, exposed to the north wind, bordered by the railway and the river, a bunch of modern and square houses, designed around the table and divided by streets that intersect like decumani and cardis. At the beginning of the sixties, young families with small children and some old people in tow moved there. The cells of the hive gradually fill…