The other night we were walking back to our apartment and we could hear the crying of a baby echoing in the narrow streets. The cry sounded like a newborn, they just seem to have that distinctive pitch. With the warm night and all of the open windows it was hard to tell which building the baby was in.
Today we were taking a short-cut to Piazza Arringo and noticed on a door a new blue ribbon, the traditional way that Italians announce the birth of a new child. Now we know where the new baby boy with the healthy lungs lives.