Rebeccu, a portrait

“So… this is the circus,” my father said, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. “Are you happy now?”

And I really didn’t know. I was a bit let down, but somehow satisfied too, because maybe that so-called circus wasn’t all that great, but at least I had finally seen it. I had no idea that the real show was inside, beyond the tent.

Excerpt from The Giant Squid, by Fabio Genovesi.