he feels every molecule of her loss and she endures it. She is not
diluted, but amplified. Her love for Luca is bigger, louder. Lydia is vivid
with life. Yesterday, Lydia had a bookshop.
Yesterday, Lydia was married to a journalist.
Yesterday, she was with everyone she loved most in the world.
Today, her eight-year-old son Luca is all she has left.
For him, she will carry a machete strapped to her leg.
For him, she will leap onto the roof of a high-speed train.
For him, she will find the strength to keep running