Venice

Saint Mark's Square - eternally hungry pigeons, who give humanity, the crowd of noble men, the noble tiny ant, come to gain insight ... Whoever can - understand ... And Ranieri's watch, measuring the same seconds, the last few seconds. Arrows - the last hope, arrows - the last thing in the eyes of those sentenced to die ... Centuries of blood, centuries of sorrow, centuries of sunshine, powder from dust, powder in vanity, dust and madness ... How easy it is to be alone among men and pigeons ... It is quite logical to be here on that very day, against Ranieri's watch ...