With all the working and financial chrysis and personal epiphanies, I didn’t need it for quite some time, so I forgot where I’d put it. In retrospect, it probably went with all the lighter clothes when I changed my summer wardrobe, or was lost in the anarchy of moving out. I was really worried, I have to say, that I’d left it in my old flat in Rome. Luckily, at a certain point I got a stiff neck and my left leg went numb, so I could finally lay my hands on it. It’s getting some air on the terrace, now.