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We entered someone elses home with fear of being a disturbance We didnt want to peer into a wounded territory with the eyes of the merely curious The inhabitants of Amatrice the few that are left opened the door to us greeted us without tears offered us their hospitality and affection One year after from earthquake the pain is receding and people are thinking about rebuilding But the rubble has not been cleared It takes time they say And the future perhaps is still far away