Arnon Grunberg



The bus for Chiavenna left Sils-Maria at 15:29.
We passed several deserted villages with beautiful but gloomy hotels.
The best thing was Chiavenna itself, to be more precise Chiavenna train station.
Oh, Italian train stations! Oh, the bar at Chiavenna train station! Three elderly men and a poodle were sitting next to the door. The men were drinking red wine, the poodle was blocking the door.
One of my workers was carrying my heavy suitcase.
The 2010 outing for my employees has come to an end.
I can still feel my limoncello hangover.