(رواية ( تريستا

They left Trieste Airport and headed to the bus station, where they rode in the direction of the International Center for Theoretical Physics.They got off at the intended station, as if night had descended on the place that looked like a green forest, which the night had dyed black, turning it into legendary ghosts on a cold autumn night.They finally reached the end of the stairs from below, to find the Adriatic Sea in front of them in the bosom of the green mountains, which the night dressed in its black robes. On the left, the boat dock appeared, where dozens of small boats lined up.