Chapter thirteenJuly 1945
Trieste, Italy
The wind was gusty, threatening to trip them up as they climbed the hill to the displaced person’s camp. Ettore and Roberto did not talk as they trekked up the steep road, putting one tired, sure foot in front of the other. They were thirsty and hungry and had plenty of time to think about it.
When they finally arrived, they sought out Edrico and Cappi, whom they quickly found lying on their bunks, doing nothing. The foursome strolled outside and sat in the sun: they all had a tin cup of water in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
‘So you found your wives in Trieste! I knew it would work out for the two of you,’ Edrico drawled, smiling. ‘My wife found me. She’s taking our son to the local parish to see about some shoes. The ones he has are fall
