Chapter fifteenFebruary 1947
German Displaced Persons Camp
Ettore had called Cappi’s bluff and lost again. He folded the cards and slammed them down on the table.
‘I think I should stop playing. My mind is not on it,’ he confessed to the men.
‘It makes a nice change to have you losing,’ Edrico mocked, smiling.
‘We should not just be sitting here,’ he continued irritably.
‘We’re not. We’re sitting and playing cards—well, some of us are,’ Edrico pointed out smugly.
‘What should we be doing instead?’ Cappi asked, wondering what was on Ettore’s mind.
‘I can’t stop thinking … it should never have been left to the children to scavenge for extra food. We should be doing it,’ he said, springing to his feet and pacing around the small common room. He wanted a cigarette but had finished his
