Sisto Malaspina (29/6/1944—9/11/2018)   Sometimes a man is more than a place, more than laminex, tiles and photos   Sometimes the smile in a man’s eyes will hold all that’s needed for a whole day   Sometimes coffee is the only language a whole city speaks   But   Sometimes words will not do what they’re supposed to do   Sometimes they simply break down and cry when what they know cannot be believed   Sometimes even the 6 o’clock news knows nothing it says will ever make any sense at all   But   Always, Sisto, this city will…