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The
next
day
in
the
morning
we
left
for
Milan
and
arrived
forty
-
eight
hours
later
.
It
was
a
bad
trip
.
We
were
sidetracked
for
a
long
time
this
side
of
Mestre
and
children
came
and
peeked
in
.
I
got
a
little
boy
to
go
for
a
bottle
of
cognac
but
he
came
back
and
said
he
could
only
get
grappa
.
I
told
him
to
get
it
and
when
it
came
I
gave
him
the
change
and
the
man
beside
me
and
I
got
drunk
and
slept
until
past
Vicenza
where
I
woke
up
and
was
very
sick
on
the
floor
.
It
did
not
matter
because
the
man
on
that
side
had
been
very
sick
on
the
floor
several
times
before
.
Afterward
I
thought
I
could
not
stand
the
thirst
and
in
the
yards
outside
of
Verona
I
called
to
a
soldier
who
was
walking
up
and
down
beside
the
train
and
he
got
me
a
drink
of
water
.
I
woke
Georgetti
,
the
other
boy
who
was
drunk
,
and
offered
him
some
water
.
He
said
to
pour
it
on
his
shoulder
and
went
back
to
sleep
.
The
soldier
would
not
take
the
penny
I
offered
him
and
brought
me
a
pulpy
orange
.
I
sucked
on
that
and
spit
out
the
pith
and
watched
the
soldier
pass
up
and
down
past
a
freight
-
car
outside
and
after
a
while
the
train
gave
a
jerk
and
started
.
We
got
into
Milan
early
in
the
morning
and
they
unloaded
us
in
the
freight
yard
.
An
ambulance
took
me
to
the
American
hospital
.
Riding
in
the
ambulance
on
a
stretcher
I
could
not
tell
what
part
of
town
we
were
passing
through
but
when
they
unloaded
the
stretcher
I
saw
a
market
-
place
and
an
open
wine
shop
with
a
girl
sweeping
out
.
They
were
watering
the
street
and
it
smelled
of
the
early
morning
.
They
put
the
stretcher
down
and
went
in
.
The
porter
came
out
with
them
.
He
had
gray
mustaches
,
wore
a
doorman
’
s
cap
and
was
in
his
shirt
sleeves
.
The
stretcher
would
not
go
into
the
elevator
and
they
discussed
whether
it
was
better
to
lift
me
off
the
stretcher
and
go
up
in
the
elevator
or
carry
the
stretcher
up
the
stairs
.
I
listened
to
them
discussing
it
.
They
decided
on
the
elevator
.
They
lifted
me
from
the
stretcher
.
"
Go
easy
,
"
I
said
.
"
Take
it
softly
.
"
In
the
elevator
we
were
crowded
and
as
my
legs
bent
the
pain
was
very
bad
.
"
Straighten
out
the
legs
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
can
’
t
,
Signor
Tenente
.
There
isn
’
t
room
.
"
The
man
who
said
this
had
his
arm
around
me
and
my
arm
was
around
his
neck
.
His
breath
came
in
my
face
metallic
with
garlic
and
red
wine
.
"
Be
gentle
,
"
the
other
man
said
.
"
Son
of
a
bitch
who
isn
’
t
gentle
!
"
"
Be
gentle
I
say
,
"
the
man
with
my
feet
repeated
.
I
saw
the
doors
of
the
elevator
closed
,
and
the
grill
shut
and
the
fourth
-
floor
button
pushed
by
the
porter
.
The
porter
looked
worried
.
The
elevator
rose
slowly
.
"
Heavy
?
"
I
asked
the
man
with
the
garlic
.
"
Nothing
,
"
he
said
.
His
face
was
sweating
and
he
grunted
.
The
elevator
rose
steadily
and
stopped
.
The
man
holding
the
feet
opened
the
door
and
stepped
out
.
We
were
on
a
balcony
.
There
were
several
doors
with
brass
knobs
.
The
man
carrying
the
feet
pushed
a
button
that
rang
a
bell
.
We
heard
it
inside
the
doors
.
No
one
came
.
Then
the
porter
came
up
the
stairs
.
