An Italian short story about reading and not-reading, philosophical metafiction about reading and seeing. Carlo cannot read but Carlo reads a lot. Carlo doesn't see, for example, the word door, he sees a door. It's interesting to ponder the nature of reading, seeing, memory, imagination. The story is only about 5 pages long and translated from the Italian by Elizabeth Harris who is a professor at the University of North Dakota. Giulio Mozzi has published over twenty books. I think the story is summed up pretty well with this quote. "...Carlo realized, while they talked, that he really couldn't read--he could only see--and while his friends could read, could look at books and read them, read the words, words like "door" and "blue," even proper nouns like "Raymond" and "Evelyn"--while his friends could do all this--they really couldn't see."