The police
«Come in, he should be awake. No, apart that he’s all in plaster, he’s not too bad physically... the problem is that he hit his head hard, he had a pretty bad concussion and it’s still in a fugue state. He doesn’t speak, the least he does is making guttural sounds, a sort of growls. Then he looks around with a freak look and keeps looking at his hands. And he moves them continuously: he opens and closes them, picks up objects and puts them down, he holds them shocked, as if they weren’t his.»
This is what the nurse was whispering the two men she was taking to my bed. The thing that shocked me was that, despite everything, I had kept my sharp dog hearing... or maybe that was Italo’s only perk. I thought worried that they had already noticed the exchange of “person”, I was afrai
