But why would I say that? It isn t alright. It never will be. I m insane, that s why I m here, she must be insane too. We can t be cured, ever. How do you fix what someone is?
Imdrivingthrough the hills and valleys outsideofMilan in a rentedFiat, praying that I make it past the insaneItaliandrivers to thevilla where I am staying.