CARAVAGGIO CAME DON tairs to tcable, some turnips ill muddy. t came from a fire ly started. So    eps into t tenseness, so    in ures. Only    remained. Oto o ures.

        turn, realize he room.

        “ t s for too long.

        “alked .” “Is    you t     so. Kip and I are bot people are etrics, ric myself. ting someterrace, doesn’t    me out tood up from    te, wiping e forearm.

        “For your birto tell you a small story,” he said.

        S him.

        “Not about Patrick, okay?” “A little about Patrick, mostly about you.” “I still ’t listen to tories, David.” “Fat .” “talk to me     about    iculous. ting i midnigrick    moved like a god in runk filled out and this greyness in him, he was a friendlier human.

        tonig looking foro it. One meal in tables and prese briefly boiled into a soup. It o be anot meal, not o tairs. ,    into .

        “I    get you off t of tco terrace, one balustrade, .

        It looked tgio like a string of small electridles found in dusty c too far in removing th her hands over her face.

        t of    er. ennis s on tone.

        “I kept finding dead she sapper said.

        till didn’t uand. Caravaggio bent over tter of lig    forty.

        “Forty-five,” Kip said, “tury. e ts noo see    , no.

        Caravaggio ed by tartling presence of ttles of red able.    drink any of it. All t iquette book in t and tatoes. o Kip’s and came o table.

        te and drank, ted t on tourning silly in toasts to t fer”—and to tient. toasted eacer. to talk about    alening, sometimes standing up and able, pag and pag    all ted to force to, but te rules about tions iced t. th pink paraffin.

        “e must keep t till midnigalked t th Japan is over, everyone will finally go home,” Kip said.

        “And alk, mostly to Kip.

        tiously approacable and laid its ories about toronto as if it    droy, iced up ts in teo certs. But ed in o ure, tories t involved some moment of ed Kip to ko Kip as if tials, less and needed no discussion.

        Sies in a book so on t o boil an egg, or t o slip garlito a lamb. t to be questioned.

        And noold tory of old tempted a version of it. “No, you o sing it out,” said o sing it standing up!” Sood up, pulled ennis so table. ts flickering, almost dying, on table beside .

        “t learn to sing it, Kip. to darkness beyond t, beyond t from tient’s room and into t of ts.

        Kip en during strange moments, sucu soccer mat t fe, never liked to listen to it. In    eered by t t sixteen but etative circle of lig as if it    ever again bring all toget ered by to t of y-first birty-fiftietury. Singing in tired traveller, alone against everytestament. tainty to t all tains of po . Caravaggio realized s of the sapper.

        Is of no talk and nigalk. t    imacy of s on bloion. ifully releases t into taly.

        I Kip les against o ac .

        Sent’s darkness, to be y of feat .    quite quick as t    is random around    colour.

        But at nigorpor. S see    seeing    a key to him.

        Every as srao be a    is    for ure and o get free.” During ts, travel ry of five rivers. tlej, Jo t gurder    in , desecrated in    and built again immediately. In    gold and marble ook you before m you    of all t over ter. t lifts to reveal temple in ligs—Ramananda, Nanak and Kabir. Singing is at tre of emple gardens—pomegranates, es. temple is a o all. It is t crossed t, to till eleven at night.

        t random, a quotatioed, and for t lifts off to reveal temple, t h unbroken reading.

        Kip ree s priest of temple, is buried. A tree of superstitions, four y years old. “My moto tie a string onto a brancree for a son, and o be blessed rees and magic er all over t. . A fat.

        “I    someone like a fat ssider and so    scroyed by unfairness and t. If shis war.

        In spite of terrible unfairness.    dismantling a bomb t mig any moment, could e    rials around ion and lig se, and at Amritsar’s temple all faite togeto place money or a floo t spread upon t perma singing.

        S. ure. o enter any of een gates of cer, but s if urn to face e a space around rate. t. Sik at tecical closeness... ?” “Affinity.” “Yes, affinity,    among t of music al set o    a speed t allowed o replace loss.

        t    in    rigepping out eace. After a fees o torn cypresses, oo.

        Kip rees over    est profession ury ed, a sapper, a military engineer ed and disarmed mines. Eat, batepped as surroundings, not eveering ty, o to uand. Sy yards from th.

        It     t t and    trict talent. I mural sy. A feside ty ist’s paint    even ty of art to provide an orcraveller leaving tle. t    during tep from ted se to. Sus—fate’s fugitive. S ting o trees.

        to    tober , seleg t from t aly, Kip among ty men o trapped city.

        talian campaign    brilliant and terrible retreats in ory. taken a montook a year. trucks as turba signalled land mines lass mines or sains, partisan bands of Garibaldi unist groups, ed hem.

        taly and in Nort be imagined. At tion,    miruer tisruhem elsewhere.

        Mines    of everyty-timetre galvanized pipes    along military pat in e, metal scraps and nails. Soute into fallorol s t could troy armoured cars.

        It    in ties. Bomb disposal units, barely trained, eentober , tled , high-explosive bombs.

        Italy mar-isric, tivated me t units rained in. As sappers entered cities trung from trees or tealiated by killialians for every German killed. Some of to be blown up in midair.

        ted Naples on October i,

        During an Allied raid tember, izens side ty. treat bombed trao tizens to stay underground. A typ. In ttled ser.

        ty sappers o a city of booby traps. tion bombs sealed into tly suspicious of any object placed casually in a room. trusted everytable unless it er tting a pen on a table ion it hicker end fag four o’clock.

        Naples tinued as a    for ter tizens in t and typo ty als was one of gs.

        Four days later tral post office bley-t colle of mediaeval records in Europe y archives.

        Oober, tricity o be restored, a German turned old auties t tion of ty t o t electrical system.

        urned on, ty ed more times, in differing stages of tad viole ties ill uain about ime aire area of ty ed. C dead, t, t out of t of tals, mental patients, priests and monks and nuns out of the abbeys.

        By dusk on tober , , only twelve sappers remained behind.

        tricity o be turned on at t day. None of ty city before, and to be tra and most disturbing heir lives.

        During torms roll over tusy. Ligoal or spire t rises up out of turns to to be the mediaeval experience.

        o like sucemporal s. Sance, pausing in o look back too see urn to tinues    curls sloo t and to t. ts on ts, ting tilt, entering t.

        For t ten minutes ake , a clig on t for now    refresorm.

        If ts to ti.

        I    over disappears into tains. A sudden sunligni    seems to er t, a flasained po do al set,     turban, dries her around his head.

        torm rolls out of Piedmont to to t. Ligeeples of tableaux reenact tations of teries of toerra-cotta figures carved in ting biblical ses. t pulled back, t cableau raising toed clouds.

        ted    srees in s, tning patically minimal pared    s te movement, momentarily lit up, flung ironically against this war.

        to ty. All t to sealed tunnels, desded into se migral geors. to drive a ty is to be turned on.

        A city of ts of to tor, o till diving—ties most certairu y. It is unnerving mostly because of t e from apartmes. ime es, o one of ts of Pompeii and    dog frozen in we ash.

        t sapper ligrapped to    arm is turned on as    on trada Carbonara. ed from t searctle to do. Eac it is to be used only for an emergency discovery. It is terrible silen ty courtyards and tains t makes    tired.

        At one p.m. races oning filled tableau. An angel and a    in a peing, but to be no more revelation.

        ers t er of terracotta figures paie s a bedroom self u oue. eps foro tee in . Still, for Kip, t is an ined room, and ures t represent some fable about mankind and heaven.

        cs to lie on it, ating only because of ticed ty ligtaco its back bee of     sleep easily in tage slippers, a set designer’s subtlety, peeking out from u is about one-forty.

        tens tco a pilloone. Most of    on a mat on trutten aced to t. A pallet and an air pillo, ro-po ttress, and lay tive and ail    to sleep on t.

        retc beside too, ices, are larger t of Amazonians slip into tentative rig turn on ty’s electricity, and if o explode    on a final seard time cartridges. alls    al figures.    of tion.

        erpreting a neoug notice before. te flo oo is a    of ts o tiredness.

        o be sleeping, t e. turban ec of t the neary.

        At    to be no time ed t fortable of positions tet time. So     our surroundings. tableau no t of ts a debate over e. terra-cotta arm a stay of execution, a promise of some great future for t at t of decision, agreement.

        U ttaco its back are t bulbs, t in spite of t tricity suddenly ligs    tard fields sed iernoon.

        ure, s Kip’s body follo of s it. turned into a stone of silen t. S August day—s on table in front of hunder.

        Sure not of pain but of o ig s voice among to ays like t and ts up and moves in a diagonal to, enters it, and closes thunder and she sees her arms darken.

        Kip emerges from tent o t eel ball in an arcade game, tairs teps at a time, ro of s against tical ses of stairs. S along tio sit at table in tc of s frozen and sorm light.

        ers tands at t of tient lies. hello, sapper.

        tock is against , its sling braced against riangled arm.

        side?

        Kip looks ned, separate from turns and fires into tain, and ter explodes dust onto ts back so ts at to sries to trol t.

        Put dohe gun, Kip.

        tops er dust in them.

        I sat at t of teo you, U mont, t older people taug kn it, but in any case passing it beyoo another.

        I greraditions from my try, but later, more often, from your try. Your fragile    oms and manners and books and prefects and reason someed t of tood for precise beed a teacup ied t in a tie I .

        as it just s gave you suc, as my brotories and printing presses?

        You and ted us. ited t. o ten to w you people have done.

        oal set is at .    and puts tient,    t the door.

        One bomb. ther. hiroshima. Nagasaki.

        oo float iionally into t. If reets of Asia full of fire. It rolls across cities like a burst map, t    meets tremor of estern wisdom.

        t, earpening. t moves doo tops breat exact rigo the Enfield rifle. No waver.

        t him.

        Sapper.

        Caravaggio et of to    from t of t, -angle position of to s.

        Kip, talk to me.

        No lig could fall bethe new revealed enemy.

        My brotold me. urn your ba Europe. tract makers. trust Europeans,    ting ao happen?

        is it? Jesus, tell us!I’ll leave you to s move again, Caravaggio. All tion from kings and queens and presidents... sucract order. Smell it. Listen to tion in it. In my try, her.

        You don’t know whis man is.

        t un t up tohe man’s eyes.

        Do it, Almasy says.

        tie in the world.

        o the sapper.

        Do it, ly.

        Kip ejects tridge and catc as it begins to fall. o ts venom collected. he periphery.

        tugs t of     to the floor.

        Do it, Kip. I don’t    to hear any more.

        o darkness, ahe room.

        t t of rils, fast and on.

        an Englishman.

        Ameri, Frenc care. art bombing truman of t from the English.

        No. Not ake. Of all people he is probably on your side.

        doesn’t matter, hana says.

        Caravaggio sits doting in tal set, till speaking in its underer voice.    bear to turn and look at to. te nation.

        t of t to tinel. In ture, if and    dies, Caravaggio and t t t meant. the Bible.

        t ts, ive for all terrible event emerging out of tion.

        Still nig cries, ted turn. trees rise over ent, still on t. ares into tent. o rivers into reservoirs to avoid flame or    t ever ter to. t bomb carried over t, tohe green archipelago. And released.

        eaten food or drunk er, is uo s failed ripped tent of all military objects, all bomb disposal equipment, stripped all insignia off urban and bed    and tied it up into a topknot and lay back, sa o slo blue of ligo e noises of the air.

        o Asia. eps ao seems, of a city, so vast it lets tion around t t    of metal and explosion or if boiling air scoured itself to aone bencerrace.    feel e of e everytent, before t evaporated,    out tograp it.    know w he is doing here.

        ands norees in t , untur-banned, a.    line,of    on terrace stone or in ts sleeplessness, standing on t valley of Europe.

        In tanding beside tent. During tc among trees. Ea alo niging not and turns and es toeps onto terrad disappears.

        In t toarpaulin s and cogs.

        o tting t the wheel.

        Kip.

        hrough her.

        Kip, it’s me.    did ?

        one in front of her.

        So o    , .

        A beating .

        illness doesn’t alter so her knees.

        t    tear itself to opping a few inches from a rain puddle.

        A boy and a girl.

        orcycle from uarpaulin, Caravaggio leaned for,        bear t torbike to life and sat on it w ood nearby.

        Singouc t to life.

        o te, Caravaggio ing for    even lift it formally toorbike ubble against    time.    drao to learn o miss you,” Caravaggio said. to the house.

        to life around riump and fine gravel fell arees. t ttle grid at tes, and t of t acked onto treacherous angle.

        o a position of ,    parallel    toucrol tank, al in t resistance.    soutely. to Montevarcoo climb toona.

        ravelling against tion of te no loense ary. ook only roads le toai triump burned under s tear along try roads. tle, all    be slooo and fro like a drunkard, and stage.”    Sol    its smell was released w.

        tootootcebook, including a draing on terrad urbans, a bottle of starcs leatraps, to be .

        In ts s to do    oucal spile sapping maple sugar out of a tree in ry.

        From ent srait t must ograph in her palm. A Sikh and his family.

        An older broture. Kip beside    years old. “ t    apanied by a musi.

        S tograprees,    it into the house.

        Eaco a stop, spat into t off . o to tic, t of troops    thern borders.

        o Cortona, tcriumpeps to tatue ed to get closer to t elescope and    too stiff to climb up tru pipes. o eimacy of a eps, and ted dotered vineyards and    on to Arezzo.

        At Sansepolcro ook a o tains, into t, so o sloo minimal speed. trabaria.    locked t of eness, t a bed beed Urbino ies and towns similar.

        o. Into Gabicce Mare, er, near ue aken. t    day.

        Dear Clara—Dear Maman, Maman is a Freng cuddles, a personal     be even sed in public.

        Someting and as eternal as a barge. t, I knoill a oe.    ser a creek in seds. Still indepe. Still private. Not a barge responsible for all around you. t letter in years, Clara, and I am not used to ty of t t fealk    used to talking in any    t now.

        t? For a sed I fet. But I knoer    ionalize tionalize anything.

        Patrick died in a dove-cot in France. In Fran teeuries t t his.

        tal line o ledge—to stop rats running up t. A sacred place. Like a g place. Patrick died in a f place.

        At five a.m. riumpo life, and t. ill in darkness, still uo distinguisa beyond to t    route.    came o double ill ahead of him.

        Around ternoon ona,    began to rain and opped to put on a rubber cape. ness. Noer flung onto s from t    think of her.

        , pulled to trate. If to be    be aly hrough.

        . It sits on trol tank fag    over ryside t reg palace of strangers on talian . “And my    depart out of t of t of tient sang Isaiao    afternoon o see e    till t into ted room. “Bey captivity, and ly turn and toss to a large try.” o tion ended. Isaiaever o o too.

        t mont of air in front of    t sea in iff, cold, so t from timately, te spray of it as ar, a ation    d t, and t t of deserts from U to hiroshima.

        of to to River. And    arm up o skid.     prepared for to to t under along ter dore of tcal around his arms and face.

        io tled out parallel to ter, self a of t of air.

        torbike and tilled in midair, ted doo ter, tal body bet, jarring a , disappearing, too entering toss to a large try.”    rid up in a dove-cot, Clara?     tons of     of    of . t I kissed and you kissed. And    and plicated innoce.    unverbal of men, and I am alo like a verbal man around us. e are tionalists, ten lost, uain, unspoken.

        and t least been ill t about burning. s?

        it stages of blood and life in ter ed darkness. And    lover or kin.

        I am sick of Europe, Clara.     to e o your small    and pink ro Geian Bay. I ake a bus up to Parry Sound. And from t to for you, to see tte of you in a oe ing to rescue me from tered, betraying you. ? ermined?    fooled like us? You t demon for pleasure    bean, t leaf.

        of ter, and he river.

        Caravaggio rand bridge o t villa. tig t of tatue of Demetrius and to tops of trees along o ty arms of the olive.

        eps onto it,    gripping t statue? old ient atues of Demetrius hless.

        Ster and stands up, moves across to close t t moment lig lies like a deep scar alongside tands to ts t.

        Every time tning, rain freezes in t nigo the sky, looks for Caravaggio.

        begins to fall all over o er weighes.

        Ss    of to her hair.

        ts in darkness. I’s bedroom t dle burns, still alive in t.

        of sleep, .

        For    sound, and even ligell ts no dle flame to apany him while he sleeps.

        Around t, a figure at t of    ted onto it per quite disible in t. ters someted to say, but t bro be so lucky, o speak to the young sapper again.

        ays a, to see if to t brings painless-ness, ill t dies out and ts into o turns around t on    trees.

        o see t sloous to . Nothe room.

        Noone of ory skipping over ter, boung up so s touche surface again and sinks.

        in e a letter o one day doo telep, fill out a form and try to tact ry. It is tc grass t triggers o t ient nortor, y. At six p.m. e lab coat. Underrousers and a s-sleeved s. s of various kinds—stones, inkpots, a toy truck o keep it from being bloo o t of treet.    ts him.

        ops at a small neigeps into tured.

        And somet to of ter and allo to move back ooaly. It ed today. Or toaireps. eps before he remembered.

        ter of memory poned o tal and ran into seven ant patients and administration. Or it migs in the garden.

        And cry. And ions to people around o ce fridge door beram cars. ted gift    only    dis t; all ness is er and to her eyes.

        So o be a certain kind of person. ill likes t about her.

        ness, t t s in t look or t beauty, but t it    it    a present stage of er. It seems every montion are a tinuation of tters se to ting no reply, until sopped sending turnedaway by er, he supposed.

        Noo talk urn to t stage t intimate at i or i’s room, botaiurbulent river of space betime,    as fasated at , o boots are by talian door, tied togethe bed.

        During tcer struggling lery, trying to    table all of toms and s. And auged by o see    in t surprises antly, going beyond eves dogs os, imitating troll, t t t guess ty of expressions at a dog’s disposal.

        And    is not    even ty-four,    found ed. Sness aking risks, and t only si t sill remembers t loud to    know well enougo ers o    of my life.

        And so urns and in a regret souc cly passes it into ter, a    tacles.
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