Slovenia, November 23, 1937

Soča is our tear, Istra is our disease, but we are pilgrims without home, without goals, without roads. Gorica is our health, Vinica is our place. In Trieste, in the sea, our breath is dying. What is life without health? What is life without faith in paradise? How do we travel the world without the sea? Give us all this back.

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