The novel is inspired by the finds and feeling of Palazzo Puro.
The fictional story is whispered by the house, the environment, the local residents and the followers on the Instagram account of Palazzo Puro.
Every moment, every conversation and every find in the house gives new twists and plots.
As if Palazzo Puro is slowly revealing her story.
The three women of Palazzo Puro take you on an adventure. This starts in the 1930s when She 1 lives here. At the end of the seventies she leaves in a hurry and the house is empty.
Years later, She 2 comes. She cleans the house, paints the walls, but also leaves without taking anything with her.
During an online search, She 3 finds the house online with an Italian real estate agent in 2020. Not knowing that she not only bought a ruin, but also an adventure.
Storyline She 1 (around 1930)
She (1) 1956, 15:00 ‘This is her moment. The children are still at school, the housework is done and it will be at least two hours before her husband comes home. She makes a cup of fresh tea, opens the bedroom shutters that have kept the room nice and cool, and sits down on the bed. Her new thriller is about cunning.
The suspense of the Il giallo Mondadori series makes her escape from the reality of the pink-walled bedroom overlooking the wheat fields, with slow summers, cool sea breezes and chirping crickets, and transports her to a chaotic world where good and bad are so close to each other that you don’t know what to believe anymore. In fact, she would prefer to pour a glass of wine.
The children will be home soon, she will put the book away. When they do their homework in their yellow bedroom with ice-blue painted woodwork, she will start cooking. Or she pours herself that glass of wine and reads on.’
Storyline She 2 (around 1985)
She (2) 1985, 15:00: ‘She had taken the way down on her bicycle. There was not much time to swim in the sea, but a short dip was enough to cool off.
There were few people on the beach and the Italian tourists would only settle here in a month.
She dried off, put on her floral dress again and cycled to the small supermarket in the village. She took only the essentials in her bicycle basket and started the climb home.
The sun-ripened tomatoes and peaches barely fit on the too-small, old-fashioned countertop. She got the flour for the pie she wanted to bake before going out tonight.
The scent of the fig pie mingled with the sweet scent of oleanders and wildflowers wafted in through the window, and the sun reflected off the white walls. She had applied the light blue band to the underside of the wall with lime paint a few weeks ago and was thinking about replacing the antique cabinet with something more modern.
She walked quickly to the bedroom and put on her silk evening dress, her hair washed and tied up while still wet. Her new shoes were in the closet, ready to go. Upstairs in the kitchen the phone rang, and she felt it. He didn’t come.’
Storyline She 3 (2020 until now)
Zij (III) 2021, 15:00 ‘The frame of the old cot is rusted, the blue-white fabric has perished. In a wooden box in the attic we find homemade baby clothes. Sweet dresses, a sun hat and crocheted cardigans and socks. Children’s books, love letters. All valuable enough to keep someday, yet left behind when they closed the door behind them and left Palazzo Puro.
The deeper we dig while cleaning up, the more we find. We are tossed back and forth between the 1930s and the 1980s. Suddenly we find trendy clothes for a disco evening, high pumps, a chic velvet jacket. A scooter license plate, TV guides and comics. And then there’s a pregnant woman magazine. Valuable enough for our 1987 Romeo and Juliet to keep, yet left in a corner when they left.’
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