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They
were
questioning
a
full
colonel
of
a
line
regiment
.
Three
more
officers
had
just
been
put
in
with
us
.
"
Where
was
his
regiment
?
"
I
looked
at
the
carabinieri
.
They
were
looking
at
the
newcomers
.
The
others
were
looking
at
the
colonel
.
I
ducked
down
,
pushed
between
two
men
,
and
ran
for
the
river
,
my
head
down
.
I
tripped
at
the
edge
and
went
in
with
a
splash
.
The
water
was
very
cold
and
I
stayed
under
as
long
as
I
could
.
I
could
feel
the
current
swirl
me
and
I
stayed
under
until
I
thought
I
could
never
come
up
.
The
minute
I
came
up
I
took
a
breath
and
went
down
again
.
It
was
easy
to
stay
under
with
so
much
clothing
and
my
boots
.
When
I
came
up
the
second
time
I
saw
a
piece
of
timber
ahead
of
me
and
reached
it
and
held
on
with
one
hand
.
I
kept
my
head
behind
it
and
did
not
even
look
over
it
.
I
did
not
want
to
see
the
bank
.
There
were
shots
when
I
ran
and
shots
when
I
came
up
the
first
time
.
I
heard
them
when
I
was
almost
above
water
.
There
were
no
shots
now
.
The
piece
of
timber
swung
in
the
current
and
I
held
it
with
one
hand
.
I
looked
at
the
bank
.
It
seemed
to
be
going
by
very
fast
.
There
was
much
wood
in
the
stream
.
The
water
was
very
cold
.
We
passed
the
brush
of
an
island
above
the
water
.
I
held
onto
the
timber
with
both
hands
and
let
it
take
me
along
.
The
shore
was
out
of
sight
now
.
You
do
not
know
how
long
you
are
in
a
river
when
the
current
moves
swiftly
.
It
seems
a
long
time
and
it
may
be
very
short
.
The
water
was
cold
and
in
flood
and
many
things
passed
that
had
been
floated
off
the
banks
when
the
river
rose
.
I
was
lucky
to
have
a
heavy
timber
to
hold
on
to
,
and
I
lay
in
the
icy
water
with
my
chin
on
the
wood
,
holding
as
easily
as
I
could
with
both
hands
.
I
was
afraid
of
cramps
and
I
hoped
we
would
move
toward
the
shore
.
We
went
down
the
river
in
a
long
curve
.
It
was
beginning
to
be
light
enough
so
I
could
see
the
bushes
along
the
shore
-
line
.
There
was
a
brush
island
ahead
and
the
current
moved
toward
the
shore
.
I
wondered
if
I
should
take
off
my
boots
and
clothes
and
try
to
swim
ashore
,
but
decided
not
to
.
I
had
never
thought
of
anything
but
that
I
would
reach
the
shore
some
way
,
and
I
would
be
in
a
bad
position
if
I
landed
barefoot
.
I
had
to
get
to
Mestre
some
way
.
I
watched
the
shore
come
close
,
then
swing
away
,
then
come
closer
again
.
We
were
floating
more
slowly
.
The
shore
was
very
close
now
.
I
could
see
twigs
on
the
willow
bush
.
The
timber
swung
slowly
so
that
the
bank
was
behind
me
and
I
knew
we
were
in
an
eddy
.
We
went
slowly
around
.
As
I
saw
the
bank
again
,
very
close
now
,
I
tried
holding
with
one
arm
and
kicking
and
swimming
the
timber
toward
the
bank
with
the
other
,
but
I
did
not
bring
it
any
closer
.
I
was
afraid
we
would
move
out
of
the
eddy
and
,
holding
with
one
hand
,
I
drew
up
my
feet
so
they
were
against
the
side
of
the
timber
and
shoved
hard
toward
the
bank
.
I
could
see
the
brush
,
but
even
with
my
momentum
and
swimming
as
hard
as
I
could
,
the
current
was
taking
me
away
.
I
thought
then
I
would
drown
because
of
my
boots
,
but
I
thrashed
and
fought
through
the
water
,
and
when
I
looked
up
the
bank
was
coming
toward
me
,
and
I
kept
thrashing
and
swimming
in
a
heavy
-
footed
panic
until
I
reached
it
.
I
hung
to
the
willow
branch
and
did
not
have
strength
to
pull
myself
up
but
I
knew
I
would
not
drown
now
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
me
on
the
timber
that
I
might
drown
.
I
felt
hollow
and
sick
in
my
stomach
and
chest
from
the
effort
,
and
I
held
to
the
branches
and
waited
.
When
the
sick
feeling
was
gone
I
pulled
into
the
willow
bushes
and
rested
again
,
my
arms
around
some
brush
,
holding
tight
with
my
hands
to
the
branches
.
Then
I
crawled
out
,
pushed
on
through
the
willows
and
onto
the
bank
.
It
was
half
-
daylight
and
I
saw
no
one
.
I
lay
flat
on
the
bank
and
heard
the
river
and
the
rain
.
After
a
while
I
got
up
and
started
along
the
bank
.
I
knew
there
was
no
bridge
across
the
river
until
Latisana
.
I
thought
I
might
be
opposite
San
Vito
.
I
began
to
think
out
what
I
should
do
.
Ahead
there
was
a
ditch
running
into
the
river
.
I
went
toward
it
.
So
far
I
had
seen
no
one
and
I
sat
down
by
some
bushes
along
the
bank
of
the
ditch
and
took
off
my
shoes
and
emptied
them
of
water
.
I
took
off
my
coat
,
took
my
wallet
with
my
papers
and
my
money
all
wet
in
it
out
of
the
inside
pocket
and
then
wrung
the
coat
out
.
I
took
off
my
trousers
and
wrung
them
too
,
then
my
shirt
and
under
clothing
.
I
slapped
and
rubbed
myself
and
then
dressed
again
.
I
had
lost
my
cap
.
Before
I
put
on
my
coat
I
cut
the
cloth
stars
off
my
sleeves
and
put
them
in
the
inside
pocket
with
my
money
.
My
money
was
wet
but
was
all
right
.
I
counted
it
.
There
were
three
thousand
and
some
lire
.
My
clothes
felt
wet
and
clammy
and
I
slapped
my
arms
to
keep
the
circulation
going
.
I
had
woven
underwear
and
I
did
not
think
I
would
catch
cold
if
I
kept
moving
.
They
had
taken
my
pistol
at
the
road
and
I
put
the
holster
under
my
coat
.
I
had
no
cape
and
it
was
cold
in
the
rain
.
I
started
up
the
bank
of
the
canal
.
It
was
daylight
and
the
country
was
wet
,
low
and
dismal
looking
.
The
fields
were
bare
and
wet
;
a
long
way
away
I
could
see
a
campanile
rising
out
of
the
plain
.
I
came
up
onto
a
road
.
Ahead
I
saw
some
troops
coming
down
the
road
.
I
limped
along
the
side
of
the
road
and
they
passed
me
and
paid
no
attention
to
me
.
They
were
a
machine
-
gun
detachment
going
up
toward
the
river
.
I
went
on
down
the
road
.
That
day
I
crossed
the
Venetian
plain
.
It
is
a
low
level
country
and
under
the
rain
it
is
even
flatter
.
Toward
the
sea
there
are
salt
marshes
and
very
few
roads
.
The
roads
all
go
along
the
river
mouths
to
the
sea
and
to
cross
the
country
you
must
go
along
the
paths
beside
the
canals
.
I
was
working
across
the
country
from
the
north
to
the
south
and
had
crossed
two
railway
lines
and
many
roads
and
finally
I
came
out
at
the
end
of
a
path
onto
a
railway
line
where
it
ran
beside
a
marsh
.
It
was
the
main
line
from
Venice
to
Trieste
,
with
a
high
solid
embankment
,
a
solid
roadbed
and
double
track
.
Down
the
tracks
a
way
was
a
flag
-
station
and
I
could
see
soldiers
on
guard
.
Up
the
line
there
was
a
bridge
over
a
stream
that
flowed
into
the
marsh
.
I
could
see
a
guard
too
at
the
bridge
.
Crossing
the
fields
to
the
north
I
had
seen
a
train
pass
on
this
railroad
,
visible
a
long
way
across
the
flat
plain
,
and
I
thought
a
train
might
come
from
Portogruaro
.
I
watched
the
guards
and
lay
down
on
the
embankment
so
that
I
could
see
both
ways
along
the
track
.
The
guard
at
the
bridge
walked
a
way
up
the
line
toward
where
I
lay
,
then
turned
and
went
back
toward
the
bridge
.
I
lay
,
and
was
hungry
,
and
waited
for
the
train
.
The
one
I
had
seen
was
so
long
that
the
engine
moved
it
very
slowly
and
I
was
sure
I
could
get
aboard
it
.
After
I
had
almost
given
up
hoping
for
one
I
saw
a
train
coming
.
The
engine
,
coming
straight
on
,
grew
larger
slowly
.
I
looked
at
the
guard
at
the
bridge
.
He
was
walking
on
the
near
side
of
the
bridge
but
on
the
other
side
of
the
tracks
.
That
would
put
him
out
of
sight
when
the
train
passed
.
I
watched
the
engine
come
nearer
.
It
was
working
hard
.
I
could
see
there
were
many
cars
.
I
knew
there
would
be
guards
on
the
train
,
and
I
tried
to
see
where
they
were
,
but
,
keeping
out
of
sight
,
I
could
not
.
The
engine
was
almost
to
where
I
was
lying
.
When
it
came
opposite
,
working
and
puffing
even
on
the
level
,
and
I
saw
the
engineer
pass
,
I
stood
up
and
stepped
up
close
to
the
passing
cars
.
If
the
guards
were
watching
I
was
a
less
suspicious
object
standing
beside
the
track
.
Several
closed
freight
-
cars
passed
.
Then
I
saw
a
low
open
car
of
the
sort
they
call
gondolas
coming
,
covered
with
canvas
.
