‘A train ride?’ Gian turned and stared at the station, thinking hard. He loved trains. He knew their families had come to Trieste from Germany by train, but he couldn’t really remember the trip, being so young at the time.
‘Yeah. You could go somewhere … like … Milano.’
Martino knew his brothers didn’t like Monte and they had often warned him about staying away from the boy. He felt guilty about talking to him and yet, he was intrigued by the idea of a train ride and couldn’t help but throw in a quick question. ‘What’s Milano?’
‘It’s a big city in Italy,’ Gian answered. ‘I know because I have an aunt who lives there.’
‘You could go visit your aunt,’ Monte put to them and lowered his face to hide a mischievous smile twitching upon his lips.
‘Is it far?’ Martino asked, seriously conside
