I hugged like that David. Dry blow, of enormous diameter, affectionate, loyal. I always told him: «You hug like Toni Soprano». He was laughing, because he loved the comparison with one of the mafia myths of popular culture. He talked with him about his trips to Corleone, or about Rome and its Roman neighborhoods. Or from his visit to Washington to the investiture of Donald Trump.
He had been following him for many years, in all the newspapers where he wrote and in magazines, as his travel reports in GQ. Then i had
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