It's cold

Battevo i denti seduto sul letto in canottiera. Mia sorella cercava di scaldarmi, mi abbracciava e provava a calmarmi. Ma era estate, non faceva freddo. Mia madre e suo marito urlavano, si insultavano e picchiavano, mia madre lanciava oggetti a caso. Lui le prese la testa e gliela fece sbattere con forza più volte contro la culla di vimini di mio fratello. Il velo della culla ondulava ad ogni colpo.

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I was teeth-chattering, sitting on the bed in my undershirt. My sister tried to warm me up, she hugged me making an effort to calm me down. But it was summer, it wasn't cold. My mother and her husband were screaming, insulting and hitting each other, with my mum throwing random objects. He grabbed her head and made it slam hard several times against my brother's wicker crib. The veil of the cradle rippled with each stroke.