He’s running across the cross as the traffic light is on orange and, even when he’s on the other side, he keeps running at the same speed. He wants to loosen his leg muscles, to awaken his body, to be rid of this torpor that, not long ago, made him feel like an insect in a spider’s web. Now he knows that Diletta wasn’t herself when she ran into Diamante. There have been these strange fainting spells in her life that perhaps occur when her stress gets unbearable and her body, subject to a protective physiological automatism, shuts down.
Andrea goes towards his car. The rigidity of movement that, not long ago, was reflecting the tension within him seems to have disappeared. There’s another possible explanation. It’s as if another ray of light came into his life.
There’s his old Audi.
