House in Mezzolombardo

Ever since he had been left alone, Grandpa Carlo spent a lot of time in his armchair, leafing through the newspaper in search of something smaller and more suitable for him. The house he lived in was not only large and difficult to keep tidy but also full of memories that came to visit him at night and kept him from sleeping. That morning too, he looked through the real estate listings in the newspaper and circled with his red pencil a small box describing a mini apartment in a condominium not f...