Chapter seventeenMay 1950
Trieste, Italy
Despite gusty winds, Martino and Gian kicked a tin can back and forth to each other in front of the silos. Now and then the wind would sweep it away and Martino would kick thin air.
‘Papa said our ship to Australia leaves in three more months,’ Gian told his friend.
‘Where’s Australia?’ Martino asked, not having given it much thought. His parents had been talking about moving there for years, but as it never seemed to eventuate, he had come to think it wouldn’t happen.
‘Don’t know, but I heard it has kangaroos.’
‘What … all over the place?’
‘Guess so.’
The boys laughed.
‘I’ll have one as a pet then,’ Martino said.
‘Maybe we can ride them.’
‘And race them.’
Martino gave the can a strong kick, and the wind caused it to sail high in the air
