A watercolor of recollections brings tales of wartime betrayal.

In Italy, no one ever really dies — it's the past that helps gives the present its life.

Prejudice and a rainbow on a train in the Po Valley.

Teens respect noise. They complain about having to learn 18 pages of words.

At noon we get white rice, boiled chicken leg and instant mashed potatoes made with water.

Everyone was happy for Faith because they’d assumed there was no father on the scene.

As I move past them, I hear a sharp "Tsss..." sound and feel something damp on my leg.