18 Minuti

A friend of mine visited Rome this week. I only saw him on one of his visiting days.  As I saw him off at his train to the airport (London-bound before Australia-bound, before back to work in Cork, Ireland), I told him, “You have 18 minutes left.”  18 minutes came and went.  I told him goodbye for the third time since last fall, each time believing it would be the last.  Another 18 minutes came and went. And another. And still another.

I have 9 days left in Rome. That’s a whole lot of 18 minuteses.  They will come and go every 18 minutes.  I can’t possibly change that.

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