
The Right Side of Vanishing
It was one of those sweaty London June days. The kind of days that, even if rare, every Londoner finds quite hard to forget. Work laptop in my bag, I was travelling downtown in the direction of something which wasn’t work. The day after I was leaving for France, to join my colleagues at the festival. The office was empty and I - working from home - had decided to grant myself a well-deserved day off. The doors of the Ibis slid open, and the icy air hit me. Feeling uncomfortable I looked around t...