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The war lasted another three years, most of which Filiput John Cally, that John Philippi, passed from one hospital to another: a consequence of four months of grueling march to twenty degrees below zero. The lungs were punctured, said a military doctor in the hospital in Brindisi. After six months of treatment in the Gargano sent him to fill the lungs di aria di mare. Pensavano così di guarirgli la tubercolosi. Alloggiava e mangiava in casa di poveri pescatori che avevano un figlio imbarcato in un sottomarino. La madre piangeva ogni giorno, poveraccia, e trattava quel giovanotto come se fosse il figlio marinaio. John Cally Filiput non arrivò mai a sapere se il sommergibilista fosse un giorno ritornato a casa.
Al momento dello sfascio dello Stato italiano, dopo l'otto settembre 1943, non si trovava più un soldato, un poliziotto o un carabiniere in giro. John Cally si aggregò a un gruppo di reduci dalla Russia come lui, malati e malridotti come lui, che decisero di rimanere al Sud perché al Nord avrebbero trovato i tedeschi. Volevano aspettare l'arrivo degli Alleati hiding as best they could.
first to arrive were some departments of Indian soldiers of the Eighth Army, which took them all prisoners, John, however, because of the perfect knowledge of English was quickly assigned as an interpreter at the command of the Third Armored Division. Was finally treated with medication and with no fresh air, and finally was abundantly refreshed. Even managed to put on weight since she was sitting all day and that the army were used to move cars or motorcycles and that almost no one was on foot.
He made the entire Italian campaign wearing a gray camouflage blue until the Liberation. Then brought him a uniform of the Royal Army captain of artillery, a couple of well-polished boots and a hat too big for her head, but there was no better.
So tanned attended as an interpreter at the meeting of commanders of the Allied armies liberated with the political and military leaders and official representatives of the adherents of the CLN, the National Liberation Committee. On that occasion he met Silvia, daughter of an Italian general on leave, partisan and member of Catholic Action, but with a very devout pepatissima language. John moderated the very translation of what the girl said the Anglo-Americans escaped or else we would have perhaps a diplomatic incident.
reunited with Silvia in Milan a year later. Chat, then she invited him to his house for a spaghetti. Died from hunger, he said. She lived alone, the old general had a mistress that if the French had brought to Marseilles, where he could breathe deeply the air of the Ligurian sea, he who was born in Savona. Silvia had a good Scotch whiskey, and after a few sips he found the courage to go to bed that strange that the male was immediately loved it.
For John Cally Filiput was a double deal: he found a house without having to look for large, central, and was introduced without having to pay duty in the rich world of Milan, well, that compact voted for the new ruling party, the Christian Democrats. World made big favor "give and take" of these recommendations also "return" in short, everything a "quid pro quo" in which he would have immediately lost without Silvia. He told her he wanted to resume his old business of a bookbinder and restorer of old books, but she suggested a library specializing in art books and rare texts, better if inordinately expensive, because some people bought the culture weight. The Library had become a meeting place for people in high places, and she would direct. Rooms located in Piazza Missori very large, the heart of Milan, near Via Broletto where they lived, and spent three months to schedule the evening of the vernissage, which was to be an event that would talk to the newspapers and on radio.
It was an event with more than one thousand seven hundred and official guests who telephoned the time, why would not want to miss. But the careful direction of Silvia De Rossi succeeded in combining all the best. The result was that in the twelve rooms for a total of over eight hundred square meters of "modern art FDR Library" people could not even move an arm, and who had a full glass could thank God, while those who could not catch the flight was dragged away from the buffet like a twig above turbulent waves, and we know that two hours chatting to dry throat dries up the language. The
next day half the people had the hoarseness, but it remained for hours blissfully attached to the phone to tell his voice low and hoarse that the previous evening had seen and heard.
The "modern" quickly became the crossroads of the cultural life of the middle class, where intellectuals met casually at first, but then ended up getting together every night on the premises of Piazza Missori. "See you in the Library" came for these people to have the same value of the ancient "see you in the Gallery" of old Milan. Later they began to make a date to the "modern" even those who belonged to the local political circles, and with them of course all the charlatans, crooks and time consuming, but people always wanted to race dall'eloquio, buying clothes in London and watches in Geneva, and that you always carry the young lovers furred and dressed by Dior.
Silvia lived his day in that environment as a queen in her royal palace. He was clearly born to be in the midst of all those good people and he moved as if floating in an aquarium, in the foreground in front of the audience crowded around the glass staircase. Almost always dressed in black silk, because he was blond and tall, so the black suited her, and stretched even more, so that it seemed that she was a head al di sopra di tutti gli altri. Naturalmente portava anche tacchi a spillo che le snellivano le gambe ancor più di quanto non fossero. Una gran bella figura faceva, non c'era niente da dire, ma questa sua presenza dominante dava a John Cally Filiput ogni giorno più fastidio.
Così, mentre aumentava a dismisura il giro di affari e si propagava l'eco dell'importanza della loro libreria nel ristretto e bigotto mondo culturale nazionale, fino a farla diventare un punto di riferimento perfino negli ambienti governativi della capitale, di pari passo aumentava il dispetto di John Cally, che arrivò pian piano a disprezzarsi per quel suo ruolo di gregario di lusso che Silvia gli aveva ritagliato.
There and then she did not do too much notice of his brief absences continue until it began to become long hours. Instinct made her a sniff of women. The first scene of jealousy came one evening, just closed the door back from where it usually came out.
It took half an hour that night to make the two steps that separated them from home because her every ten feet remain planted to the ground forcing John to stop and listen to all their insults, and felt that even strangers who seemed angry with Silvia did not care anymore. John Cally I was amazed because he had never laid eyes on any of the so venerated that accompanied their valuable customers. What I had never imagined Silvia crossed my mind, he had never been a butterfly. Therefore scornfully rejected the allegations of the woman, closed like a clam in front of the burst of his injuries and went to bed, skipping the dinner as he had never done before. Silvia for a clear sign of discomfort, that is to say a guilty conscience.
hired the next day by telephone from Milan's most famous private detective, whose ads were filled with all the papers. When a month after the report was in the hands of detectives, paid a dear price, he learned that Mr. John Philippi he went for a walk every day for the Park and the streets of the center, visited churches; entered the cinema first as the third run, emerged in mid-show, and this always alone.
Silvia knew that her man is bored to sit in the Library closed and that perhaps he needed to return to his previous job as a bookbinder. John Cally won the first impulse to reject and send Silvia hell and began looking for a suitable place, found him not far from the "modern" in a courtyard of a large building in course Italy.
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