VIII
Saturday 4 September
«D own there» no, I’m wrong: «Down from bed!»
That’s how my uncle used to wake me up when I went on holiday with him and my grandparents in their house in the Furlo Pass. That’s how I wake up Alfio, shaking him vigorously.
«Who is it? Oh, it’s you, dear Franco.»
«It’s Francesco.» Then I ask sarcastically: «Did you sleep well?»
«Like a demon!»
I look at him astonished.
«That’s how we say it: Christians say, “like an angel”, but we say demon, meaning a creature serving the gods.»
«Sure. So, what’s the plan for today?»
«Our holy guide will find a way for…»
Alfio can’t even finish the sentence, his phone rings: «Brother Everemondo, I was waiting for your news… so he will help us… then we have to meet…»
I get closer to Alfio, trying in vain to take the phon
