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took place many years ago. Right now I am planning to go on holiday with a
friend, someone with whom I’ve never been on holiday before. Maybe it will
work out OK, maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll end up killing him. The actual
planning brings to mind a journey I took with a friend when I was younger,
tended to look up to him. I wouldn’t say I knew him well, but he was a popular
any given subject. Our nickname for him was Nerone torno subito (Nero
come back soon). Everyone was drawn to his erratic character but he was not
when he first proposed the idea of us travelling together. It was Spring, 1978
“I was on the phone to a friend in Paris the other day,” he said. “I’ve
work. Why don’t you come along with me for a few months, Mario.”
“It’s a great idea, I’ve always wanted to visit Paris,” I said. “But I’m
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you out, at least until we get there.”
Renzo shrugged. “I know enough French to get by and you’ll soon pick
it up.”
lose.
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One week later we boarded the train at Bari Station in the late
evening. Throughout the journey Renzo talked about his friend, Mauro, who
had lived in Paris for five years. Renzo’s enthusiasm was infectious. The
Two days later, early in the morning, the train pulled in at Gare De
Lyon. As we stepped down on to the platform I took a good look round. The
station was even bigger than Milan station. I was glad that Renzo was with
me as I would never have made this trip into the unknown on my own. Until
then I had hardly even left the village. Despite the chilly morning the platform
was alive with elegantly-dressed office workers. Even though we were both
rumpled and grubby from sleeping on the train, we held our heads high,
hour there was still no sign of him. Renzo confidently strode up to the bar and
ordered two coffees in French. Afterwards he took a small slip of paper from
his wallet then went to the payphone to call his friend. As I watched I saw the
how alive it is in Parigi! In the village we're barely half alive, but here - “
He was right, just two days earlier I was enmeshed in the petty life of
the village where everyone knew everyone else's business. Here, the vitality
of the people going about their daily lives was infectious. We took a seat in
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Suddenly, out of nowhere a tramp dressed in a dirty white raincoat
appeared. He stood for a moment and slowly scanned the faces before him.
His curious gaze finally alighted upon on us. He came closer and stared
“Amazing,” said Renzo. “One man alone can make so many people
understand.”
“Maybe,” I said.
We left the tramp with his audience and wandered down the platform.
Two hours later Renzo’s friend still hadn’t turned up so he phoned again. This
time a woman answered and told him to try again the following day. By now
Renzo gestured vaguely at the air. “Pretty well. I spoke to him on the
phone a couple of times. Well, once, actually. Before we left I told him we
were on our way to Paris. I can't think why he's not here to meet us.”
had recently lost, he said quietly, “I met him in a bar in Naples. We had a
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Something stirred in my stomach. “So you met this stranger in a bar
“Just calm down. Don't make this harder than it already is, OK?” he
said, turning to face me. “There's no need to dramatise. Things haven’t quite
gone to plan but I'm not going to get depressed about it.”
“Hold on a second,” I said. “Why don’t we just take a taxi to his flat?”
I don't have his address, only his phone number. Don’t worry, we’ll call him
the station. Once in our room we were too exhausted to do anything but lie on
the bed. As I sunk into the mattress I told myself that everything was going to
We spent our first day relaxing and visiting tourist haunts. Paris was more
beautiful then I had imagined. The wide, tree-lined street, the pavement artist
and the general sense of to be in Paris lifted my spirits. The late afternoon we
were in Pigalle (where Renzo insisted on ‘treating’ me to a porn film) and the
Eiffel Tower. By the end of the day my mood had lightened and I told myself
The following day I watched from my bed as Renzo went to the window. Deep
in thought, he stared out on to the street. After a few moments he called his
'friend' again, mumbling into the phone. It was clear that whoever Renzo’s
friend was, he seemed to have disappeared. There was no way we could find
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work on our own, not without contacts. Also, Renzo’s French was so poor he
Here we were, full of ideas, in a city which offered so much. But with
no notion of how to implement our ideas we could have been anywhere. That
being,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s go and have a wander
round the city. I think more clearly when I’m walking about.”
We took a bus that passed along the Seine, by the Champs Elysees,
take in its splendour. Renzo was also staring but I got the sense that he
wasn’t really seeing it. But then, he had been in a very thoughtful mood all
afternoon.
I was just on the point of heading for the entrance when Renzo out of
Try as I might I could not connect that Italian city with the Louvre.
Renzo raised his hand. “Why not? We'll have the same opportunities,
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“Forget about him. These things happen. We just have to move on.”
Though everything hadn’t been just fine so far, I saw the point of his idea.
afternoon. Renzo was now bouyed up with confidence again, and I could only
follow where he led. However, three days in Paris had already eaten into my
room with four beds on the second floor. The furniture was cheap and well-
worn, complete with an old black and white TV. The air was heavy with the
search of work. At every restaurant it was the same story: nothing available,
come back later. As far as I could see this didn’t bode well, but Renzo refused
to be dismayed.
reminded me about the importance of keeping our spirits up. We were in our
home country, it could only be a matter of time before everything fell into
place.
approached, Renzo was offered a job in the kitchen, starting that afternoon.
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His main duty consisted of preparing fish for the Head Chef. I was not so
lucky. One restaurant owner offered me work only if I was capable of cooking
veal escallop. I didn’t see the point of lying. Another asked me to return the
following week.
While Renzo worked during the day I took a break from seeking work
and became a tourist for a little while, mingling with the other tourists at Ponte
Vecchio, Piazza della Signoria and the famous Duomo. Renzo always
danger of starving. But after three days with ham and cheese I was fed up
Renzo immediately took offence. “You think you're pretty smart, don't
you? Tomorrow I'll bring the menu. Anyway, how come you haven’t found a
job yet?”
“I try every day. It’s just that I haven’t had any luck yet.”
I turned my gaze to the old TV. I got the distinct feeling that Renzo
suspected I spent most of the day watching it. I hope he doesn't think I'm too
lazy.
Renzo seemed happy in his new job, even though his clothes seemed
I shrugged.
“I’ll give it another go tomorrow,” I said, a little taken aback by the hint
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By the end of the week I was still without work. Renzo sprung another
surprise on me. That evening he came home from work earlier than usual.
"Everything OK?"
"I had an argument with the chef," he said, removing his coat and
tossing it on the bed. "He accused me of not cleaning the fish properly. I told
Renzo, I realised, was full of surprises. A thought came into his head
and he immediately acted upon it. There was no pause for reflection and if
you were involved in one of his ideas you could never quite work out how he
him to Paris then Florence with little prospect of finding work, I was in no
“That could be a problem since I don’t actually have the money for the
train ticket. I’m not even sure I have enough to pay the hotel bill.”
The more he used this expression the more worried I became. After
quarter to seven and settled down to sleep. When the alarm went off I awoke
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to see Renzo leaping out of bed and coming to land on the carpet with a
bump.
“What?”
“Almost seven.”
you think we’re going at this time of the morning you stupid bloody idiot!”
“Easy? I got to tell you that you are a weight on my shoulders. Now
you start with this bloody clock! The truth is when you were supposed to be
looking for work you never set the alarm. You know how hard it is for me to
get to sleep."
difficulty sleeping.”
“You’ve done nothing but complain ever since we got off the train. I go
out to work while you play the tourist. You complain about the sandwiches,
you keep telling me I smell of fish all the time. You don't even listen to me.
While I got dressed, Renzo hauled his suitcase from the wardrobe and
He then left the room while I was still packing. A short while later I went
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strangely piercing gaze and asked her if my friend had settled the bill. She
looked at me for a moment, then said, “Your friend paid his bill. I assume
The Padrona glanced down at the ledger. “Forty five thousand lire to
be exact.”
spoke, the Padrona’s eyes grew round with rising anger. I will never forget the
“I knew it!” she said. “You people from the south do it on purpose.
When it comes to paying it’s always a big surprise. I wasn't born yesterday.”
“Please, signora, you must understand, I didn’t plan this. What can I
do?”
something.”
I handed her twenty thousand lire. This left seven thousand. Enough
I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the railway station. This was
Renzo’s best surprise so far and when I caught up with him I planned to
confront him. The more I thought about it the angrier I became and vowed
never to travel anywhere with him again. Luckily for him he was not on any of
another look around the station. Still no sign. I finished up at the station bar,
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departure board the next train for Bari was due to leave at four fifteen that
dodging the traffic, and trying to contain my anger. I was now directionless,
The sign for the Police station drew my attention like a beacon in the
document I might be allowed to board the train and pay when I got home.
There were three officers on duty, one reading a Stampa at the desk,
the other two standing nearby. I glanced from one to the other, in search of a
friendly face. The youngest officer finally said, “Can I help you?”
Maybe it was the result of their quietly serious manner, or the way their
eyes seemed to bore into me, my voice was so weak I could hardly hear it
interested.
“Easy.”
“You get on the train and take your seat. When the ticket collector
comes along you tell him you have no money. By law he has to give you a
ticket and take down your address so that you can pay later.”
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I decided there and then that this helpful officer of the law was my new
best friend. I left the police station a much happier man, a though I was
collector.
There was still no sign of Renzo on any of the platforms. Which way it
went didn't make much difference to me, by this time I was past caring. I had
figure emerged from the crowds, a nun calmly making her way along the
platform. I don’t know what was going through my mind but I decided to throw
lire?”
“I haven’t eaten since yesterday and I’m trying to get home,” I said.
She thought a moment, then took out her purse. I was relieved when
she unfolded two thousand lire. “I’m afraid this is all I can give you. I shouldn’t
Then she said, “If you are really hungry, there’s a soup kitchen
attached to the church round the corner. Santa Maria Novella. But you have
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I wandered about the station for a while, then as it approached twelve I
headed for the church. The soup kitchen was in a building at the rear. The
queue was made up entirely of tramps of all ages. Feeling embarrassed and
humiliated I joined it. I wondered whether Renzo would call this ‘Living
Theatre’ too.
“Oh I see.”
He walked off, sniffing the air snootily, looking for someone else to talk.
I eventually found myself in a large white tiled room with a little wooden
cross on the wall. The main area was laid out with long tables and benches.
Behind a serving hatch nuns dished out food from tureens. I silently ate my
food in the company of my new friends, remaining at the table long after they
had left. It wasn’t as though I had anything better to do. On the other hand, If
would never have guessed that I'd be sitting at a table with tramps and
“I never saw your face before.” said the little nun who was busily
I told her it was my first time here. Then another idea popped into my
“Every day there is someone who can’t make do with what they have.
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Then she went to fetch a plastic bag from a nearby chair. “Look this
came this morning. Why don’t you take it? There might be something useful
in there.”
I thanked her and left, wondering what kind of impression I must have
feeling like a normal person for a change. The day’s events had left me
exhausted and still they kept flashing through my mind. I also had one more
save my blushes when the conductor came round. But just before the train
pulled out an elderly couple entered, nodded and sat in the section in front of
me.
performed a somersault.
“Tickets please!” said the voice, only this time it was at my shoulder.
Now I knew what people meant when they spoke of ‘breaking out in a
cold sweat.’ I rose from my seat, hoping no-one could hear me.
The conductor sighed, then said in a booming voice, “Right, you don’t
have a ticket. Presumably, you want me to make a ticket out for you which
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I heard a rustle nearby. I glanced back and saw the elderly couple
peering over the seats. The old man began to edge their suitcases further
along the luggage rack. By this time my cheeks were burning and my palms
“Personal details,” said the conductor, pen poised above his notepad.
The five minutes he took to fill out the form were like an eternity. When
he finally put away his notepad and moved off, I gazed at the ticket as though
feeling better by the moment. When I returned to my seat I found I was the
being robbed and murdered as they slept, had moved to another one.
Everything that had happened during my trip with Renzo flickered through my
mind like a video loop. At no stage could I see that I was at fault in any way.
opened the bag the nun had given me. I drew out a green Loden coat that
looked like it had hardly been worn. I tried it on. To my delight it fit me almost
perfectly, though it was a little long in the sleeves. I paced up and down the
aisle a few times, feeling elegant and carefree. Trying out a manly pose in the
doorway I thrust my hands in the pockets. My fingers came into contact with a
All together there were ten thousand lire in crisp notes. Also clipped to
the money was a receipt from a restaurant. If this was the stranger’s change
he was clearly wealthy enough not to miss it. Along with my beautiful Loden
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coat, this was enough to make me feel like a normal traveller. Humiliation and
As the sun set once again I felt like I'd been travelling for months.
Struggling to make sense of the past week's events I closed my eyes and
drifted off to sleep. Soon, I found myself laughing, as though at the key
I awoke as the train pulled into Bari station the following morning,
station bar. Then I noticed that the local train for my village wasn’t due for
another two hours. I took a seat in the waiting room and watched the crowds
drift by.
turned away in disbelief, then glanced out the corner of my eye. I would
off. The anger charged through my veins. As we all know, when adrenaline is
present it’s time for fight or flight. There was no doubt in my mind which
option I was ready to take. I started to pace towards him, fists clenched,
I was just a few paces from Nerone when he saw me. After a brief look
of surprise a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth. The smile turned
into a broad grin, then he began to laugh aloud. Like the tramp at the station
laughed too. A few other people looked at me like I'd gone nuts. What could I
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do? You can’t take revenge against someone who is laughing with you rather
than at you.
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