Dear friend The train vibrates, guffaws and whines its way through the Tuscan countryside. The hills and fields are green and the Italian kids are now on their three month summer break. It’s not all picturesque. A fields of rusty electricity pylons sprout amongst the corn as we pull into a crumbling concrete station. Beyond the wires the forested hills, two young men climbing down the platform crossing the railway lines with their luggage. The sky is blue and dotted with fluffy white clouds.