Love Far from Home
A short story, written in 1946: “Occasionally a train sets off along the seafront railway, and on that train there’s me, leaving.”
"In the morning, outside the window, there's much to explore. If it's Genoa, streets that go up and down and houses above and below and a rush of wind between them; if it's Turin, straight streets that never end when you look out over the railings of the balconies, and a double row of trees fading away beyond into white skies; if it's Milan, houses that turn their backs on you in fields of fog."