Parco della Favorita, Palermo, Sicily.
I woke up by daybreak today, with Sicily haunting me in the last part of my dream!
It robbed me from everything I owned, and then gave me back the exact same things it took away but in a different order, scattered in the back of a car trunk!
At least that's what it looked like at first glance. Then the more I dug into my stuff, the more I discovered, until I found a feeling wrapped in a title of a tale by Yousif Latif Jaralla "La geografia secondo mia madre" (Geography according to my mother). I unwrapped it and didn't find any trace of a plot. Instead it smelled of sea, salt and desert sand, and sounded of those light scratches on his tambourine.