Back to RaddaI returned to the Piazza Vecchia in Radda and sought out Raffaella Grana. I rang the bell on the doorjamb at the street level and waited until she answered the intercom. Waiting for a response, I watched the men who sat at the cafe across the piazza from where I now stood. She answered the call and, when my voice revealed who I was, her voice became spirited and she encouraged me to come up to her apartment without delay.
As I ascended the two flights of old stone steps to her flat, I saw the door opening and light cascading down upon me. She stood in the doorway, illuminated from behind by the large chandelier in the living room, with an uneasy smile on her face. As I made it to the top of the stairs, she embraced me and led me inside. She seemed so anxious to have a visitor
