"Papa, where are we going? I don't want to go, I want to sleep... " He gripped the door handle tightly as if it were his beloved blanket.
"Somewhere far Joseph, somewhere far."

IX. D'Ambrosio
"Papa, where are we going? I don't want to go, I want to sleep... " He gripped the door handle tightly as if it were his beloved blanket.
"Somewhere far Joseph, somewhere far."