The story Torcello told Tomaso
If this was his destino, Tomaso thought, it was not so bad.
There must be worse places to end up.
With the wind arising from the sea, his mind breezed over his days as a potter, over his days as a prisoner.
One didn’t sway to far from the other.
As a prisoner he arrived to Torcello, and as a prisoner he would leave,
but this, he was not in his heart.
They say one life is equal to another, but Tomaso knew this wasn’t true.
It was not true the day his father was persecuted and exciled for being terrone,
nor the day his mother replaced him with the local schifoso.
It was not true the day his brother built Toparo, a ship with all excellence of a navy.
Tomaso knew this was not true the day he gave his freedom, for his brother.
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