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"
Go
down
there
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
’
ll
meet
people
.
"
They
looked
at
me
.
I
took
out
my
pocket
-
book
and
gave
them
each
a
ten
-
lira
note
.
"
Go
down
there
,
"
I
said
,
pointing
.
"
Friends
!
Family
!
"
They
did
not
understand
but
they
held
the
money
tightly
and
started
down
the
road
.
They
looked
back
as
though
they
were
afraid
I
might
take
the
money
back
.
I
watched
them
go
down
the
road
,
their
shawls
close
around
them
,
looking
back
apprehensively
at
us
.
The
three
drivers
were
laughing
.
"
How
much
will
you
give
me
to
go
in
that
direction
,
Tenente
?
"
Bonello
asked
.
"
They
’
re
better
off
in
a
bunch
of
people
than
alone
if
they
catch
them
,
"
I
said
.
"
Give
me
two
hundred
lire
and
I
’
ll
walk
straight
back
toward
Austria
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
They
’
d
take
it
away
from
you
,
"
Piani
said
.
"
Maybe
the
war
will
be
over
,
"
Aymo
said
.
We
were
going
up
the
road
as
fast
as
we
could
.
The
sun
was
trying
to
come
through
.
Beside
the
road
were
mulberry
trees
.
Through
the
trees
I
could
see
our
two
big
moving
-
vans
of
cars
stuck
in
the
field
.
Piani
looked
back
too
.
"
They
’
ll
have
to
build
a
road
to
get
them
out
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wish
to
Christ
we
had
bicycles
,
"
Bonello
said
.
