I discover it at the end of the bus. Short and ruffled hair, camel coat, absorbed in the reading of The Garden of the Finzi-Contini. Fifteen years at the most, he emerges as an involuntary representative of a fleeing time . The only adult among digital zombies: around her students from a prestigious business school shout their progress in Fornite, while two teenagers share inns on Instagram. No one looks in the eye. Embarrassed, I turn off the phone, beyond the walls

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