Pt. 1: Letters

[Letter 2: New England 31/7 – 1896] I saw the fluttering worn-out black flags in the wind, torn by weather and time, belonging to the travelling circus that is situated on a hill on the countryside. It is calling to me with a silent chime. The circ

Enter The Carnival - Manticora Dear Friend, I have finally found my call. I shall tour in these landscapes with a circus of old times. A carnival that belongs to the ancient travelling people of the old continent. I would like to write and bid you we