Another Letter to Italy
Time is of the essence, and while the British are on holiday and their offices are closed, the Hun has not been complacent. No-One Knew Me Today I’ve prepared another script as a follow-up to the previous one titled The Letter in Italian with the emphasis on my situation and on the work being proposed to Italy. I’m holding out besieged in England and have no memory of what happened before the end of the year 2018 and how I got here . Over the past seven years there was only five pounds in my bank account, and the British authorities stated they don’t know anything about me and only came across my presence in October 2025 in the transit room where they served a note to quit, after which my residence became a tent. My memory following the end of 2018 is vague and disconnected and is more vivid when the tent became my house – I think somewhere in early November ’25. Party prints are helping me out as a diary, they join some dots, but what I do remember very clearly is that ...