Non-più-Nadia (in memory of Nadia Riva) Another dimension. Looking for an image of how I feel after learning of Nadia Riva's sudden death, two come to mind: a kind of chasm, in that courtyard of the railing in Via Col di Lana, Milan, where she lived. As if a meteorite had struck, no less. And then I feel I've entered the dimension of no-more-Nadia, a dimension of which I currently understand very little. I'm talking about Nadia on the sidelines, I'm certainly the last to have the right to do so. But [...]