Hovering Over the Water Page #2

I believe Simo only wanted soup

and rest by then.

We left college together,

remember?

I'm doing my best to forget it.

We strolled for hours on end

along the Arno...

It's a muddy river in spring time.

It was hot,

the kids bathed in the river,

the Easter holidays

were at the door,

and I talked and talked...

You listened,

your eyes wide open...

I sometimes

opened my eyes wide...

Suddenly, I felt you gripping my arm

with all your strength.

You turned pale

and started trembling.

It was Virglio,

the one over there

crossing the bridge to meet us.

You had spoken so much about him

that I felt like knowing him already.

I was immediately aware

there you were in love.

Some years have past since...

How will it be with Rosa?

It's strange her not beeing in love.

At her age...

It will be different.

Let's wait and see.

I'm going to bed.

Are you coming tomorrow with us?

No, but I'll drop you at Tavira.

I might go for a ride afterwards.

Without destination.

There were several shots,

fired upon a leader of PLO,

here for the Socialist Congress.

Sartawi lies dead on the ground,

we think he died instantaneously.

His assistant was also shot

and is now on his way

to the hospital in Albufeira.

He was first attended here,

at the hotel

and then was taken by ambulance

to the hospital.

The sniper managed to escape

and the hotel is packed

with police agents.

We don't understand

how he managed to escape,

with so much police around.

Issam Sartawi

was shot at the main lobby,

down by the entrance

of the hotel at Montechoro.

The man came from the hotel

and shot several times.

Issam Sartawi

fell immediatly to the ground...

They started work very early,

the untiring crime workers.

It's horrible to die

on an empty stomach.

Those who are sentenced to death

know it well:

a coffee and a cigarette.

Human life, after all,

conforming to small vices...

I must take you to a hospital.

The wound looks bad

and ought to be disinfected.

I'm coming, I'm coming...

Just a second.

I drew the bolt because I'm afraid

of being here alone.

If you want, you may leave earlier,

senhora Amelia. I don't need you.

Do you now when the ladies and the

children will come back from the sea?

I suppose tomorrow or the day after...

I don't know for sure.

The house is as clean as can be

and if you really can do

without my help,

I might use the occasion

for going to the doctor.

Not that I need it,

thank God I never did.

It's my son who's drinking heavily

and they told me to take him

to a doctor for the brain.

I'm sorry to know that.

If I can help you in some way,

please don't hesitate to ask.

God bless you, my lady.

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