Looking now at the station sign, I also remember the incident with the ice cream, and I think that was also part of the plan, because in truth I was really nervous. I did not want to be late for the appointment, but I’m sure that girl threw herself on top of me on purpose, I hadn’t seen her, how she was ready to strike, and she let out such loud screams. There was no way to make her stop, and I just stood there not understanding where all the trouble was coming from, listening to how she rapidly explained to the carabinieri that I had attacked her and she’d had to defend herself.
“Guarda! Guarda!” she shouted (which in English means, look, look) and pointed to my pants which were all stained, with some of the ice cream that she held in her hand, and she would not stop screaming, even thou
