Gugleilmo Pagnozzi

We didn’t expect that day to become anything.It began like any other — a plan, a drive, a meeting waiting somewhere on the other side of the city. We were meant to meet Guglielmo, a clarinet player, for a concert practice. It was simple. Ordinary. And then, almost without announcement, something began. At first, it was so light it felt uncertain — a fine, powdery drift, like dust suspended in air, settling softly over the green fields. I remember watching it, trying to understand what I was...