handkerchief around their necks who unexpectedly raised their arms in the Roman salute.
I gasped in bewilderment. Was it possible that they had returned? Ah, they weren't fascists, there was a small difference in the salute: the hands were clenched into fists.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"Hands open or closed, the x is always the same soup: "I vol comandar de one idea*" said an old man with an alpine hat on his head at my side. "That is, those who want to command with a single idea send you to remengo*..."
...Yes, basically all thanks to Gianfranco we would soon be leaving for Cuba. "The visa will arrive by cable" Papa had warned me. "Please come soon so we can have fun."
* to go to ruin.
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