People I Don’t Know – Part 3

Wandering around Florence recently I found myself on a street behind the main railway station.

It wasn’t exactly rundown, but was definitely frayed at the edges.

I looked at people’s doorbells.

Many of the names

were not

Italian.

suppose

that many

of the names

on those doorbells

belonged to migrants

looking for a new life

of sorts.

I don’t know them.

I don’t know them either.

Or them.

I haven’t met these people.

Or these people.

Or them.

Or them either.

And I haven’t met this person.

Raphael Weissmann