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I’m standing outside a café near Porta Garibaldi, wrapped in a coat that cost half my rent, trying to see

It is a famously foggy Monday in Milan. The kind of nebbia that gets into your bones and makes the

I’m sitting in a bar in Porta Ticinese right now. It’s raining outside. It is that miserable, grey Milanese rain

I’m standing on the platform at Cadorna station, wrapped in a scarf that cost more than my weekly grocery budget.

In Mashhad this week, a small group of lawyers, activists, and relatives gathered quietly to mourn two murdered attorneys, the

Location: Messina, Sicily (My heating is broken again). Time: 03:14 AM. Mood: Delirious. On my desk, there is a copy