One result of the death of my best friend Franco is that I lose his share in Rome. Ever since I was eighteen, going to Rome or staying in Rome (when I was in Britain, or in the Army) meant going to be with him, talk with him, watch him draw. And I now realize that this was the most lively, the most alive part of my experience of Rome (I am not a
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I actually thought you were a Roman. Were you born and raised elsewhere in Italy ?
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