​“The kitchen sink faucet was broken, it wouldn't stop dripping. Time has always been the cause of many defects. It was he who dusted the hinges of reason, unscrewed feelings. They were the tricks to make himself present, to remind everyone that he also inhabited that place. At the breakfast table, the Dionti family ate in silence. Everything was properly served, sliced. Cake, bread, silence. The mugs lost their handles, the cheese was full of holes, and the fourth chair was still empty.”