The tourist marvels at the intricate figures and stories on carved stone columns in Rome,
Imagining a stonemason/carver scooped up by the Roman Legions and brought as a slave with his family alongside for his ‘new’ life,
He pictures the artisan/slave at work chiselling when a small stone chip flies up hitting his eye.
He lives nearby and walks home to his hut, where his wife daubs at his eye with a cloth, removing the object.
The tourist turns to go, and after walking a few seconds,
Sees a couple involved in some first aid type of situation.
The man is wearing a camera around his neck,
And the woman is wiping at his eye with a handkerchief.
The tourist tells his traveling companion about this coincidence and she says ‘Maybe they’re not here.’
I’m remembering a trip to Italy in 2001 like it just happened.
I wasn’t originally involved in what turned…
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