tary al in Rome for more t    tient and turned from to tcors    passed, to discover ime, and t no tartled t time ing by signals and grimaces, no eve he Allies.

        atus er of known scars on him.

        So tors o    ty, after all, ing silence. A war hero.

        t . Revealing not enderness or subterfuge or knives. For more t said a    among patients and nurses in and out of tos.

        But no tors in turned and came up to tal sold    it aken over by ted into a al after to it. In t of it torn apart by bombing. U    a temporary field al. But tient o leave.

        you force them down?

        Soo ill to be moved. e could     safely, of course, but ue. She was in rough shape herself.

        Is she injured?

        No. Partial s rouble is, t make anyone do as are    of als. troops are going AOL before t sent bae.

        hich villa? he asked.

        It’s o in t , a burned patient. t it is unreizable. tche face is asleep.

        ho is he? he asked.

        e don’t know his name.

        talk?

        tcors laugalks, alks all time,    doesn’t know who he is.

        here did he e from?

        t o Siag.    and    it one day, or per. t one of tification. No leave ients t t    stronged, eac season. Outside t ty miles from Florence, in t someoo drive you up. It is still terrible out ttle.    dead, en. People    vices of war.

        pletely u gone in t to clear it. treated burying and installing mines as t. A terrible place for a al. t. e need a good snoo    up try.

        e need ravens.

        thank you.

        of tal into to open air for t time in mont of t rooms t lay like glass in ood t, , I om. I need gelato.

        difficult to fall asleep on train, so side. tment smoking. emple banging against to be on fire    cigarettes. iced t ery travellers around hemselves. She’s in rough shape herself.

        Gelato for tonsils, o onsils out. Saken one look at t adaptable and genial of ed into a stone of refusal, adamant. No one    of    t. S in, ” looked like. ill    a tonsil was.

        touc, t ra times , ext. At times    of his head.

        A scurry in the ceiling like a mouse.

        ood    t termittent pools of dleligter of footsteps as o surprised ing to    ient’s    loudness.

        As urned up t enlarged ter of lig very still, to hen crouched beside her like an uncle.

        “tell me onsil is.” aring at him.

        “I keep remembering ormed out of tal followo grown men.” She nodded.

        “Is your patient in t s until he spoke again.

        “I’ll see omorro tell me    need ss. Is tge journey I took in order to find you.” o table and sat dorembling. Needing table, to collect rain and o table just to see er a fees so tood t across t t made trompe ’oeil seem ving. S flo onto her dress.

        t. ly over rees, to silver fisers outside. ter. An er ions along troyed gardens and oreigaly.

        In tain talk tentatively.

        “Noaly you s more about Verdi.” “?” S s in tain.

        old me once you h him.” hana bows her head, embarrassed.

        Caravaggio    t time, peering doo the garden.

        “Yes, you used to love o drive us all mad ion about Giuseppe.    a man! t in every een-year-old.” “I ain.

        “You ones, grass in tcoged feet, trade.

        “I to admit, somet t and my dad    for t ter in tain. tled er pipes w.

        t t o s h.

        “I’m glad to see you, Caravaggio. No one else. Don’t say you o try and persuade me to leave.” “I    to find a small bar zer and drink    a fug bomb going off. Listen to Frank Sinatra singing. e o get some music,” ient.” “ill in Africa.” g for o say more, but t tient to be said. ters.

        “Some of t of ts t precisely. So t fly. A lean face    s,    tery of ain gurgling in the villa.

        Maybe to e out of a o ed like a garden. As if all t remains is a capsule from t, long before Verdi, trade or —t arce teentury—and requesting sometisfying to frame t vista.

        “If you are staying,” so need more food. I ed vegetables,    quite saying it.

        “I lost my nerve,” he says.

        “I’ll e    togeteaco steal, s to do.” “You don’t uand. I lost my nerve.” “. t nigimes,    is asleep or even after sside one rim of tain looking up at stars, or serrace. In t difficult to stay indoors at nig of time    ly werrace looking for him.

        Satue of a t, upon s likes to sit, solemn and drooling    so claim    up by a family of owls.

        tory, Florend s in tance. Sometimes ic to oo calm. In dayligices better ices tiffened arms above turns instead of just ts to somet s to him.

        “My patient t o t sky. “Yes.” “ere you a spy t quite.” able, more disguised from ient’s room looking do times    in to steal. alian and a t believe to use me. t four or five of us. I did ime. tally pograp?

        “I uxedo, a monkey suit, in order to get into ty, to steal some papers. Really I ill a thief.

        No great patriot. No great    made my skills official. But one of t a camera and    t in mid-step, ep, tter’s noise making me jerk my o. So suddenly everyture was dangerous. Some general’s girlfriend.

        “All pograpaken during t labs, capo, and so t part of any list, to be filed ao tory. So it meant o try and steal t film baeient, o dip o t, leaning fainst t of the hand on her own cheek.

        So    a swing as she ground.

        Moments before sleep are s of t into to il times, uations. Caravag-gio ance given ive, a drama, and a stolen image.

        y in a car. It c of tomobile purring, serene as ink . For t of t tograped to pograpion. No s existence . o tress to an officer, ravel nortusy. t of tigated.

        Four er, ed by tops at t.    t the square moons of windoalace of war-women.

        A car beam—like somet of a s up tep, seeing t same    ands turned in surprise at t t reveals s so a er of the room and disappear.

        t kno t to break a ohe bed?

        inue, oion, anoto suggest colleg a t as oinkers ed bicycle. ords are tricky told ricky t.

        urning and s for anot of lig emerges out of till an arro, and toug of . to uand. to of irony, just a trading, so o t into t.

        Finding . ered tly passed t seveury murals along ts in a gold suit. t past guards o be revealed as an i. ripped pletely a hes in a flower bed.

        airs to to laug some privacy, so    at    ation, alfresco,    it? Or sedu a cappella~?

        One long air and o ty yards aoo many yards arical , c suspi and sfully by tries, t a se of mural to peer at a painted donkey in a grove.    falling asleep, tumbles and immediately pulls ogeto a military gait.

        ray left o te from a tz ed saints on tuesday during to save    on tiles looking for a pograph of himself.

        s    as if looking for ends to use it as a key to let o t is being guarded. Laugaggers back, peeved at o t room humming.

        eps out onto tiful nig and so ter t. Printless foot. Sory old someone’s c this image of himself on a piece of film.

        In tely a. o    order to feel anytouc even a grain of light.

        s to    and souarble. one ands ts sling. taneously as urns is seen by t.

        Caravaggio cs across from    to read rying to figure t to do. c, searcrace.    and looks back at less, clear as any river, unimpeac lost in to    tcilting ion as a dog one or pitc is not s across from    of t like, and in    look, slim, tanned olive from all t in try, she reminds him of his wife.

        Nourn around and evoke every move of    of    of    on    during t.

        s able, c. ill prefers to eat alos y, al vanity. Sing s on one of ty-six steps by t a fork or a knife in sigo eat like someone from t. In ubble-beard, in , salian finally ihis more and more.

        c toronto before t i against toa or er of his friend.

        But noo ccs to set in motion, is ied only in    seems so tairs.

        During meals s opposite tc.

        ta Cal in Pisa, o see a    stood alone on top of ttlements, linked by colour to te marble of to, ts roug of anot from t t o be accepted. Yet sed it most of all among tal. At midnig stood    and t it . S five or five-ty and t six to see its silte and groail. Every nig s.

        Even t it t t of ts mad logic of a tower leaning like a person in shell shock.

        tal buildings lay in old monastery grounds. topiary carved for too careful monks ients among t s seemed t only one remained perma.

        oo became ster. t blood t opped, as if to believe in notrusted notling a mine broke ta Cal er t told her.

        A we lion.

        It ime after t sient—someone    and dark, a pool for er,    patient in to return o ty of tals. All tal ports, sud Marina di Pisa, are noisroops ing to be sent    s aur to ting    over everyold it ion. t desertion. I ay er and food. Sairs to tient, and told ay as well.

        o turn oo    o    it cool he valley of his fingers.

        how old are you?

        ty.

        ted to be carried oo tance.

        A friend of my fated to die    is.     himself.

        does your father do?

        he is

        .. he war.

        You’re in too.

        S kno er a montting    first    by t t t ients and doctors and nurses and equipment and ss and to back doo Florend to Pisa. Sed aablets, as cures, trucks. Good-bye, tters to a close.

        Beo t of ty miles a of ty of Florence,    of t one of t door en a nightingale.

        t to proteants from tress, t of tatues blo days of stle demarcatios of to o garden    could e only to someone e of te of ter. Someday t.

        Caravaggio came into tco find ting able.    see ucked in under he bare shoulders.

        S still or asleep. itable.

        Caravaggio stood t. It    yet daable wood.

        “illed illness. “o moan so t be reached.

        ain at first about tou lay his bandaged hand on her shoulder.

        S stop s sorroo excavate everything.

        Sill, tood up against    of table.

        “Dont touco try and fuck me.” t,    ering tc.

        “and?” “ love ied yourself to a corpse for some reason.” “. I t. Are to protect t even care!” “I    love y-year-old o love a g!” Caravaggio paused. “You o protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to e. Let me tell you take in someone elses poison— t—you ead store it    er t     ston pocket of ary sries to imagine een cypress trees.

        As to , like er, t moving. he plum being swallowed.

        dribble,    reacs o suck it. Let me tell you about plums, he says. hen I was a boy...

        After t niger most of t taken a dead man’s o use it. So o ing above all te and er on ts t arted to appear ing doorey.

        Eac so tline of aken from a dead soldier, someone who had died under her care.

        A pair of tennis s saken from ot on t s in,    nohings.

        ure ant plas, eacude. Caravaggio, ill and causing o give o. o    trust talked    o o ionsed from professional or personal robberies.

        S about Caravaggio—some people you just o embrace, in some o bite into to remain sane in to grab tc like a droo t. Otreet to about to hs. As an uncle he had been a disappearer.

        Caravaggio urb you by simply enfolding you in er.

        But no of t Englishman.

        t t patients, s fall apart at tences all to toercil tered Florend t farther sea near Pisa.

        In tal sient for t time. A man ification ed in a fire. Parts of annic acid, t o a protective sed ian violet. tnize in him.

        Sometimes ss several blas and lies u t slides onto t o sleep truly pleasurable state. If ser s ebooks and favourite cat and e in bed. Strangers and lovers    past the locked door.

        to rest o receive all aspects of t judgement. A batenderoendero the self.

        ary blas. Sient moved in a.

        soronto so read t. It o a fire escape    in her arms.

        In aug. Nos,    gestures    try trai omen’s College al and t overseas during t was in

        t adian Infantry Division s aly, and troyed bodies o tals like mud passed back by tunnellers ile of Arezzo, roops recoiled, s by ter t rest, stress he world around her.

        of to cut    ed    cutting it aation of its presence during till in    for    to make sure trands and turned again to face the wounded.

        S    darker ss about ain people sient’s fad discover er on Danfortients. Reason    miger of blood moved up try.    oronto anymore iors, nurses, civilians.    closer to to soldiers.

        S t ime I co see Franklin D.

        o me.

        S kept bleeding. S sransported a ton of metal out of t sravelled nort s died sook tennis s tly too big for    sable.

        oug later. Sly from tiredness. S a furious exion to feed a patient    or didn’t    to, co s. Sed notic, just bread, meat. One of totaco tal and in ime s and ter, ichoke.

        It range sleeping in teries, or    of t orderlies aoned building and side int or er or summer, seasons t seemed arc sat like old gentlemen t tep outside ed air t smelled of noted moonlig came orm.

        raly until deat or past augo be a nurse. But cutting ract, and it lasted until tors, os. taly moved fart    behind.

        tions of some local victory, someive in too Florence or Rome or any otal, ient,” o y of ensive burns. Sold tal     for y frands.

        Sill refused to leave, got out of    frock s ennis sepped a till t s io learn, groo, and urn a. ttle z in to . Sed to save    faceless man wwo h.

        In    dress sion. S into t do, and s t up sloto. It    even so seemed a luxury. So look at    o move it ba’s length, her hand wavering.

        Sctle portrait of ients being broug into t in taff. Only till indoors. S t.    tnize herself.

        Darkness betalk in his familiar slow drawl.

        “It y late at nig Craaurant. Do you remember, hana?

        Everyone o stand and sing a song. Your fatta, friends, and you said you ed to as    time. You ill at sche song in a French class.

        “You did it formally, stood on tep up onto table betes and the dles burning.

        “ ‘Alonson fon!’ “You sang out, your left o your . Alonson fon!    kno kno , but you kne.

        “t over so it almost tou t you, miraculous    so distinct, flaions, and t touc almost toucood up at table into able. Like gloves.” “ jumping from a    old you about, ograp .” S me do it.” S of    pockets. S, but in t t luminous.

        As seps backe ing out of ill oo catco postpo not his eyes.

        ogeto les in    she holds seems firm, healed.

        “I tell you I o iate for    me.” “?” “All to    move. Don’t drift a is a straime, tment.” “Yes.” o cup ter-moon.

        “t of ly    it is no trick, t w looks like a gill is w away. owards her blouse.

        S in t ugs it softly towards him.

        “I tou like t of you al Pimpernel, and in my dreams I stepped onto t roofs s, pencil cases, s music off some Forest o t you? You liked t tense?” “It seems unimportant notern of leaves rolls off him.

        “You used to be like tists    nig on i. Like trapped to t of liging doo ty parks. You took me to t place, t cafe” ock exc dropping and rising, five ts, tes. People unes. Do you remember?” “Yes.” “alk back ’s getting cold.” “t pickpockets are born    t o go as deep into a pocket. t distance of orees.

        “ to you?” “to do it. t it renc. t in one of ts o table legs.    off my t of t any poommasoni. S, kneionality or ient was sing.    go of Caravaggio and cairs, ennis ser.

        to tcore off a se of bread and followed airs.

        As os became more frantic. epped int at a dog—tunned by tgio and grinned.

        “I    seen a dog for years. All ts . Seered to must o    turned into a man. Caravaggio collected t the room.

        I ient said, t t be Poliziano’s room. t    is ter ing out of t    a fountain. It is a famous room. t here.

        It , long before t a nunnery. took it over.

        I t protege of Lorenzo. I’m talking about

        In Florence, in Santa trinita g of t, ay.

        It    midnight and he was wide awake again.

        Okay, tell me, s, take me someame was.

        It id ts and ial padded stogs and er, not mucer, and ties. Poliziano translated e a great poem on Simoa Vespucci, you know her?

        No, said hana, laughing.

        Paintings of ion at ty-tanze per la Gios-tra and tticelli painted ses from it. Leonardo painted ses from it. Poliziano ure every day for two ernoon. e wed and joined Savonarola.

        t was my niame when I was a kid. Pico.

        Yes, I t ain in the young Michelangelo.

        ted do four books of Cicero. ted a giraffe, a roselli dres. t in t of Plato and argued all night.

        And t of treets: “Repenta ao be elegant, fame, t to er the graves. Pico’s bones were preserved.

        Poliziano’s o dust.

        ened as turion glued in from ot great maps lost in to’s statue, , ts across tood on ture. Pico do.

        er into a bohe war.

        doery    s to    of grass snipped dohis.

        to be a man    ill did not feel o go h his aging.

        o coo late, grabbing table, upsetting the carafe of wine.

        Your name is David Caravaggiht?

        to table. At one point    in    ried to run    topped, dropping to do more. table slid out and fell against , and all its tents, and    per ommasoni picked up to ? ill    sure.

        As able, to    clearly and slipped table leg, flinging to dro to t to step out of ther cuff.

        Blood every    by produg envy. But t     table tion into    slowed him.

        ood up dizzy above table. tommasoni, teleperrupting tommasoni, ically o t t him go, so perhaps he was wrong.

        to Spirito to tion    Brunellescoitute, er him.

        Suddenly    ting o revealing tact. o a side street, not looking baever looking back. ed a street fire so ancar cauldron so black smoke rinita Bridge. traffic, rade of then lay bao sounds.

        Earlier, s, t of tanks and jeeps.

        As    of t    filled er. er.

        ter of to but couldn’t even . Ligo to ts of which were on fire.

        old ory later t evening sopped t you because tting out of ty, blo.” “I don’t knoold t? tant po t room. tg to t    of to t to e in it.

        t forty-five,    time of darkness, her.

        So t in one of the high shelves.

        t up from ly pulled free t dle o t out t out of ture, iced onto . As if ed to slip into ating its climate and light.

        Sood by tcoug. In darkness, in any liger dusk, you    slit a vein and the blood is black.

        So move from tropired. Srode do doairs and    out onto terrace    to dis tepped a tiff so t tting in t air.    kno evenings n a few here was no sign of him.

        S t covered to a er of t in after    of fish.

        No lighunder.

        Sanding in front of t looking doed to play, just co a skeleton. Ser eac of notes as if bringing    of er to see inued, plag doune. Ss of ood in front of ill in the ged room.

        on tinuing aug sised on any surface, a kitcable, a o ty tre on Saturday ms and play t all    o tcable a time scs s day ter. You opened up t a full glass of er, and a moy. old    t pianos, never in bars. S but    first t it erhaps mice.

        A ligorm , and s amazed, relieved a    a quick glimpse of urban and t    guns. tal table several mo could ified the ons.

        one pure Italian. A villa romance.    ableau, t over and t brigning slipped itself into t ipake my sugar to tea

        ..

        Do you knohe words?

        t from to intricacy, tumbling into    split open notes and angles from tnut of melody.

        ake my sugar to teaAll take ake my sugar to tea.

        t    and ning ao it, filling up ted tling to remember ting it under a kitcap and using it to able free of tes, tcer y    still uo reac, so so stand,    pedal and troig.

        S    to end to give up t, ra. So t sop now.

        Caravaggio did not see all turned    in t making up sandwiches.
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