Switzerland — Small Mountain Village
The years had passed like silent rivers.
Luca now lived in an isolated village in the Swiss Alps, under a different name, working in a modest workshop as a bookbinder.
The mountains around him stood like silent guardians of his secrets.
His life was simple.
Routine.
Silence.
Anonymity.
No one there knew the daring journalist who had once challenged racing teams and mafiosi.
No one suspected that the man with calloused hands and a serene gaze had changed the fate of an entire city.
And Luca preferred it that way.
Sometimes, at the end of the day, he would sit on the porch of his small house with a book in his hands and let the wind bring him distant memories:
The roar of engines on the tracks.
The smell of fresh ink in clandestine print shops.
The sound of a crowd singing for freedom.
Did he feel longing?
Yes.
But not sadness.
Because deep down, he knew:
his mission had been fulfilled.
He had exposed the rot.
He had awakened an entire city.
He had chosen to disappear so that hope could endure.
And now, in that refuge of peace among frozen mountains, Luca had finally found what he had long sought:
freedom within himself.