Let thoughts thaw, get them moving again, have them rise like flying carpets and wander wherever they wish.
Having visited Diletta and Diamante and having found the CD about the Ludwig group in David’s room that gave rise to new doubts in him, Andrea feels tested emotionally.
He needs to take a break. He remembered a family-run diner he’s known for some time where he’ll be able to have a quiet sit-down and eat some simple, genuine dishes washed down with good wine.
He starts the car again, arriving there in a few minutes.
‘Hello, Your Worship!’ the owner says to him from the counter, his command post.
‘Hello Antonio. I’m not mayor just yet! It’ll be a hard battle, but I’m giving it my all’.
They smile.
He orders a pitcher of Chardonnay and a saucer of stewed cuttlefish, then goin
