Our America
Our America: Planet Trump
- By Frederika Randall
Went to the bar down the street for cappuccino this morning. It’s been three days now since the US election. NB: this is Rome, my home, where cappuccino takes only seconds to make and is generally pretty good.
I sit at a table outside, daring it to rain. After a few minutes a very elderly woman hobbles up with a friend and a badante, a caregiver, who asks if they can sit with me at this, the sole sidewalk table. Her ward likes to smoke, she says, and therefore they have to sit out in the cold.
‘Please do,” I say. “It’s not very cold.”
They sit down. The elderly lady then asks whether I will mind if she smokes. Oh certainly not...