JP's Description: Driving in winter in Sicily, I passed an ancient, roofless, abandoned cottage at the side of the road. I was reminded of similar scenes in the Ireland of my childhood which were frequent testiment to a history of colonization, poverty and emigration.
One detail caught my eye. It was the remains of a large, ragged, cloth caught in the sash of an upstairs window and fluttering in the breeze.
A flag of resistance or surrender, I wondered.
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