2/07/2016 Imerovigli -You know, I made a wish, I told him. I wished for this moment to last forever, I wished we were lost in time and stayed on this island forever, like two unknown passengers caught on a postcard. He didn’t reply but he moved closer to the fence of the terrace we were sitting on, enchanted by the blue colour of the sky and the sea. -Do you think we will ever come back here? I asked him. -Of course, he replied. One day, when we are 60, we will rent a room in a hotel with the…
