Learning to read, take 2

I remember reading the newspaper before I knew how. Time and again running my eyes over the black ink – mouthing each letter – forming words – searching for the meaning – slowly acquiring vocabulary through context. Until. Bang. I understood a sentence. Then a paragraph. The memory of that thrill raises the hair on my neck till today. Now, I’m getting it again. This time in my second language, Italian.

I cried this morning.