It’s now a cinematic trope: the classic Christmas movie, with the inevitable Christian De Sica who has to juggle between wife and mistress. I have neither a wife nor a mistress, but this is the time when I had to leave one girl at my house to run to the other. But let’s go in order. For a few months now, I’ve been seeing both Ninfetta and Piccolina. Ninfetta is abroad, but I...
I step off the tender and stride quickly toward the black van. My host and my new computer are waiting for me inside. Tinted windows—I can’t see who’s in there. I nod to the driver, he opens the van door, and there she is, Ninfetta. The girl jumps down nimbly, looks at me for a moment, and leaps on me: Hey, you are not so old! You are young! “. He keeps kissing me: “You are...
