"Oh mother, how beautiful! I got up from my restless sleep before the alarm went off. It was still night and brr! How cold, I had to break the ice in the basin and to be honest I washed myself very little, just my face and hands.
"Giaconni, boots, dogs and guns, the hunters gathered in front of the Casone. There must have been about twenty, more or less. Then in a line we followed the men with the oil lamps and made our way to the boats. As soon as we got on I heard, nearby, a crashing noise! and after the thud a series of swear words with the unmistakable voice of Carlo. How funny: it was him - in the water giving a sermon - to the boatman who was comfortably leaning on the oar, in the back of the boat. "Why the hell did you move while I was going up?" "But Mister Carlo, I thought you were already on board." "And don't you feel the difference in weight if there is or isn't a person on board?!" I felt like laughing, but I held back so as not to make Carlo even more agitated.
"Then the boats began to slide in a row in the canal, then each in a different direction among the reeds, it looked like a Chinese painting. In the first light of dawn, Nanuck and I went down to an islet the size of the palm of a hand and we stuck in the barrels with only our heads sticking out, at the water's edge. The boatman went to throw...
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