«Maybe raptus.»
«Oh well, lapsus, raptus, it’s always ancient Roman.» I shake my head.
«It will never work.»
«Trust me, if they see you, they already understand. Then if they hear you think, it works for sure.»
I'm still arguing with my lawyer when two guards come in; I guess they tell him that the time available is over.
«Let’s catch each other tomorrow for trial.»
«Tomorrow?» I ask incredulously.
«Yup. And dress up better. With those shorts and T-shirt you look like a little boy in the eighth grade on a trip.»
«My suitcase remained in the Bed and Breakfast.»
«And shave yourself, you look like a homeless person. Oh I forgot: these are for you. I want you fitter.»
I eat the sandwiches that Nando took from a Croatian oven. In Croatia all the bakeries make these focaccias filled w
