Zendaru

Sempione Main Road 33. About 3 a.m. Normal cruising speed. I’m heading toward the next unloading point: Gallarate. The rain’s knocking loudly on bodywork and windows. Spring’s just started and nights are already hot. The music can’t completely overpower the rain’s noise. Or is it hail? A crack. I start and skid. What has been thrown at me at a ridiculous speed is a human being. I already know for sure I didn’t run over it, but it doesn’t matter at all. The glass cracks anyway and the vitreous eye on the unknown face on my windscreen is looking at me, in a silent plea for help. That’s when I kn