4 October 2010
One evening coming home on a bus I met four Afghan boys, who spoke English and seemed happy. They had arrived in Rome that evening after a six month trek, jumped on a city bus and got off at my stop: Piramide.
If they hadn't been smiling so much and hadn't got off at the same time as me, I might never have told this story. If a reader hadn't written to me on Facebook the day after, offering her help, I may never have told it...