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The Fortunella
It is the remake of Paul Strand’s Blind (this is a part of book that writing my book and the text left image...here’s why I recount she that cavernous, toothless Pugliese mouth, the personage—a dark abyss of a face—is the very frame of raw, unvarnished survival, mirroring Strand's portrait without a shred of Christian mercy).
Limping up and down the stone pavement of the Main Street all day long, by evening hoisting her carcass up the steep stone stairs of Locanda, clinging to the iron handrail,wheezing all the way back to the "hotel" Regina d'Italia boarding house she eathing. Bundled up, legs swollen tight into coffee-and-milk stockings, sitting watchful at a chocolate-coloured table she eating. She parries the snickers of the locals while plunging her fork into her solitary meal of the day: stewed potatoes. Cold ones, most likely.
Hunched over she own bosom, she count the day’s pennies for a night’s (as Cahrlot in movie The Monel) sleep on an impossible mattress of corn husks of "hotel" Regina d'Italia
