Today I’m waging a silent war against a blank page and an enemy expression that has yet to reveal itself. It is Saturday and, gratefully, the office is quiet. Most of the theatre troupe that makes this newspaper have all trooped home to their weekend stage-plays. The death of my home computer has compelled me to stay here to write Italian Voices in hard-earned silence. But, despite logistic difficulties, I’m feeling optimistic; Santo Spirito is always a good corner for creating things.