
When I was a child, my Italian grandmother used to read aloud the letters she received in Chile from her relatives back home. My grandmother is still alive, but she inhabits a dimension where there is only room for her. This is a letter, from London to Latin America, in a last attempt to recover an ancient family rite.
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