New York
"Hello, Daughter."
"Oh Papa, what a fantastic trip! And this New York, as well as being interesting and just a beautiful city, has such essential, linear structures. On the Empire State Building it is like being in the clouds, impressive. What strikes me in America is the feeling of wealth and security, above all security. Here, on the other hand, you have the feeling of being near a volcano that can explode. Now here, you feel safe. I hope to see you again soon, Papa. Thanks for everything. Also for the magnificent flowers."
Papa had followed us to New York not only with the flowers he had shown us in the room but also with an invitation to lunch in the exclusive Stork Club, companion included: Ed Hotchner, a journalist who at Calle del Remedio had taught me how to eat hamburgers, also had come to breakfast with the Hemingways.
At the Stork, Hotchner, after explaining to us the provenance, the importance and the amount of the assets of the various customers, with our approval had ordered shrimp-cocktails, steaks with fried potatoes and ice cream with chocolate sauce. While sipping the aperitif, he inquired which restaurants we had been to in the previous days.
"Self-service and Horn and Hardad." I replied.
"Ah." Hotchner had said. "And what did you eat?"
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