Dear Kate
Thanks you very much for your last letter. I was happy, when I got it.
I’m writting, because I’m very frustrated. I’m in the piedmont village and everything is crappy. I wish describe you my hopeless journey.
I come to the village on Friday the 13th. It constantly rains. I go to my room in guesthouse. I am very bored. I take the TV pilot, I press the button and... nothing. Stupid TV set is out of order. I am very angry and I go drink to the one and only pub in the vicinity. And what I hear of people? “Pub is close, because Stephen – pub’s owner, got visa and went out for New York.” Fuck! Everything is shitty.
Night comes very fast. I am very tired and I want sleep. I go to bed and... I hear howl. My housekeeper’s dog roars. I am woeful. It is beyond my power. I take soporific and I go sleep.
That’s all for now. I go to another village. I have hope for beautiful weather and better accommodation. I’ll write again soon.
All my love,
Tommy