Yesterday, Lydia had a bookshop.
Yesterday, Lydia was married to a journalist.
Yesterday, she was with everyone she loved most in the world.
Today, her eighth-year-old son Luca is all she had left.
For him, she will carry a machete strapped to her lag. For him, she will leap onto the roof of a high-speed train.
For him, she will find the strength to keep running.
