One day after a harvest, they laid down their tools and never returned. Entering the old winery always makes me think of stepping into the home of an aged and accomplished man, the last of his line, who has had a heart attack in the middle of a solitary dinner. A neighbor locks up the house, leaving everything as it was: clothes hanging on hooks, shoes by the bed, wine glass and bottle on the table. Closed up in the dark, preserved in dust. The old winery had become a sort of no man’s land, more like a haunted house […]
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