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"
We
are
starting
,
"
I
said
.
I
drank
another
cup
of
the
red
wine
.
It
tasted
very
good
after
the
cheese
and
apple
.
"
Bring
the
cheese
,
"
I
said
and
went
out
.
Bonello
came
out
carrying
the
great
jug
of
wine
.
"
That
’
s
too
big
,
"
I
said
.
He
looked
at
it
regretfully
.
"
I
guess
it
is
,
"
he
said
.
"
Give
me
the
canteens
to
fill
.
"
He
filled
the
canteens
and
some
of
the
wine
ran
out
on
the
stone
paving
of
the
courtyard
.
Then
he
picked
up
the
wine
jug
and
put
it
just
inside
the
door
"
The
Austrians
can
find
it
without
breaking
the
door
down
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ll
roll
,
"
I
said
.
"
Piani
and
I
will
go
ahead
.
"
The
two
engineers
were
already
on
the
seat
beside
Bonello
.
The
girls
were
eating
cheese
and
apples
.
Aymo
was
smoking
.
We
started
off
down
the
narrow
road
.
I
looked
back
at
the
two
cars
coming
and
the
farmhouse
.
It
was
a
fine
,
low
,
solid
stone
house
and
the
ironwork
of
the
well
was
very
good
.
Ahead
of
us
the
road
was
narrow
and
muddy
and
there
was
a
high
hedge
on
either
side
.
Behind
,
the
cars
were
following
closely
.
At
noon
we
were
stuck
in
a
muddy
road
about
,
as
nearly
as
we
could
figure
,
ten
kilometres
from
Udine
.
The
rain
had
stopped
during
the
forenoon
and
three
times
we
had
heard
planes
coming
,
seen
them
pass
overhead
,
watched
them
go
far
to
the
left
and
heard
them
bombing
on
the
main
highroad
.
We
had
worked
through
a
network
of
secondary
roads
and
had
taken
many
roads
that
were
blind
,
but
had
always
,
by
backing
up
and
finding
another
road
,
gotten
closer
to
Udine
.
Now
,
Aymo
’
s
car
,
in
backing
so
that
we
might
get
out
of
a
blind
road
,
had
gotten
into
the
soft
earth
at
the
side
and
the
wheels
,
spinning
,
had
dug
deeper
and
deeper
until
the
car
rested
on
its
differential
.
The
thing
to
do
now
was
to
dig
out
in
front
of
the
wheels
,
put
in
brush
so
that
the
chains
could
grip
,
and
then
push
until
the
car
was
on
the
road
.
We
were
all
down
on
the
road
around
the
car
.
The
two
sergeants
looked
at
the
car
and
examined
the
wheels
.
Then
they
started
off
down
the
road
without
a
word
.
I
went
after
them
.
"
Come
on
,
"
I
said
.
"
Cut
some
brush
.
"
"
We
have
to
go
,
"
one
said
.
"
Get
busy
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
cut
brush
.
"
