d’Andreae at the university, relented. They circled Bologna without stopping.Florence was less than a hundred kilometers away, but the steep, winding road across the Apennines slowed themdown. The car was continuously on the verge of overheating. There were not as many cold brooks to replenish theradiator as in the Alps. They finally solved the problem with the help of a large wine flask in a basket in which they carriedextra water. Why did this car come with an insufficient radiator, muttered <strong>Konrad</strong>, <strong>and</strong> that produced the idea of having alarger radiator installed in Florence, which would solve the problem of mountain driving.Wild, rocky crags rose from low hillsides, densely overgrown with macchia. Colorful fortified villages clung to steepslopes. Deplorable poverty everywhere, half-naked children played by the road. Herds of scrawny goats gnawed at thesparse oak bushes. The few stony fields yielded near nothing. Only the priests were fat <strong>and</strong> the churches overdecorated."Let me drive the rest of the way," offered Alex<strong>and</strong>ra when they had finally reached the pass. But driving downhill was noeasier or faster. She had to lug the car in second gear all the way. <strong>Konrad</strong> in the back seat complained that he wasgetting dizzy from the many curves."Try to help me drive with your eyes, that will keep you from getting dizzy," advised Alex<strong>and</strong>ra without mercy. She skirtedPrato <strong>and</strong> Florence. They needed almost four hours from Bologna to reach Fiesole. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was so excited, shemissed the turnoff to Villa Tasso!After all these years the house, hidden among the gray olives <strong>and</strong> the newly green vines, looked as enchanted asremembered, tranquil <strong>and</strong> rustic. A good place for intellectual exchanges. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra had returned to give Walter anaccount of her new underst<strong>and</strong>ing.Robust Sally reigned as overbearing as ever. Walter stood apart, older, bent, embarrassed by his excitement. He smiledshyly, a formal h<strong>and</strong>kiss for Alex<strong>and</strong>ra.34.Fiesole1905"Walter, we have not seen each other for a very long time, why did you ab<strong>and</strong>on us <strong>and</strong> never visit St. Petersburg?"Walter looked past her. "Dear Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, it pains me to explain. I know you are not to be blamed, you are not Russian.We did not ab<strong>and</strong>on you, I have given up collecting Russian icons. I have only a few Georgian <strong>and</strong> Byzantine émaillesleft."He glanced at his young friend <strong>and</strong> lowered his eyes. "You see, it is because of the dreadful progroms in Russia <strong>and</strong>Pol<strong>and</strong>. Every day new refugees arrive. The Jewish elders have decided to boycott the Russian market. I don’t believe itwill change anything, but if we don’t hold together this cancer will spread." He awkwardly clasped <strong>and</strong> unclasped hish<strong>and</strong>s. "Forgive me that I trouble you with my problems."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra considered his words. She had heard of the progroms that sprang up again <strong>and</strong> again in the West-RussianJewish Pale. The central government had repeatedly issued decrees to stop the abuse, but Tsar Nicholas was known tobe at best indifferent, <strong>and</strong> the local police authorities in the far away provinces paid no attention to these governmentaldecrees <strong>and</strong> looked aside when the Cossacks devastated Jewish villages.The non-Semitic Georgian Jews, proselytized during the first century, were a fully integrated part of the populations of thetowns. Largely indistinguishable from their Georgian neighbors. They were one of the bewildering collection of faiths inTranscaucasia. She held no antipathies against Jews.She nodded <strong>and</strong> tried to ease Walter’s embarrassment with her eyes. She truly felt for her old friend. He smiledwretchedly at her <strong>and</strong> apologized once more, begging that they avoid this distressing subject.<strong>Konrad</strong> asked Sally for permission to show Friedrich the house. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra joined them. Katharina was asleep upstairs.Sally would serve dinner in an hour.Sally had given them their old room. Below their window the silvery leaves of the gray-green olive trees, the city below, aprofusion of blue iris on the hillside. The quiet serenity. Spring was even more beautiful than the summer of theirmemories. They woke Katharina.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra excused herself. She had to find Sally. In the kitchen she asked where she could help. "You could prepare thesalad <strong>and</strong> garlic crostini, we are having médaillons de veau chasseur.Washing <strong>and</strong> drying the lettuce leaves Alex<strong>and</strong>ra began. "Sally, I am so happy to be here. Walter’s discourses on thespirit of the Renaissance have been my challenge all through the past years. In the last months I finally encountered a112
new provocation in modern music <strong>and</strong> painting. Tell me, Walter is so depressed, what has happened?"Sally did not answer. For a while she continued to pound the veal cutlets. After she had finally shaken them energeticallyin a bag with flour, she faced Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Please, don’t take his words about the Russian progroms personally. You areright, he is depressed. The boycott is only part of the reason. The art market is changing rapidly. To make ends meet, Ihelp him sell modern art, but his heart is not in modern painting. The business in Renaissance paintings is shrinking <strong>and</strong>so is the supply."She put the flour-dusted scaloppini into the pan <strong>and</strong> lit a ladle of cognac over them. For a second her features were lit bythe flickering light. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra noticed how much she had aged. A tear was running down her cheek. "Ach, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra,most discouraging, he lost his best Renaissance customer, a woman in Boston, to an arrogant, young snob whom thatwoman put through Harvard <strong>and</strong> now uses as her exclusive scout <strong>and</strong> agent. There are indications that this Mr.Berenson is also working for a dealer in London, stealing Walter’s customers in exchange for high commissions fromLondon. Walter is too honest to expose the often dubious expertise of this young spud. I had hoped that you would helpme cheer up Walter, <strong>and</strong> then he plows right into you at the first opportunity. Do remember that Walter is very fond ofyou."While mixing the salad Alex<strong>and</strong>ra considered how she could help. She was so full of her own discoveries in music, thatshe would have liked to talk with Walter about them. She now realized that in his downhearted mood Walter would not befree to listen to her excitement. She had to find a subject closer to his heart. Maybe later, with Sally’s help, she could tryto discuss the paintings she had seen at Becky’s house <strong>and</strong> her conversations with Marti <strong>and</strong> K<strong>and</strong>insky. She definitelywanted to test her new underst<strong>and</strong>ing in the Uffizi.The preparation of the crostini was finished. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra smiled at Sally. "Let me briefly talk to my old friend until you callfor dinner. Maybe I can help you."She found Walter absorbed in a book in the library. He looked up as she entered <strong>and</strong> caressed her graceful figure withgentle eyes as she pulled a chair next to him."Walter, I have never told you how much you influenced my life in the past years. Your challenge to ‘know yourself <strong>and</strong>be accountable for your actions’ has been with me every day since that evening when you gave me Petrarca’s letter toread. I want to thank you for this gift."Walter averted his eyes. "Do you forgive me my thoughtless remarks earlier? I should have tried to keep my worrieshidden from you. You know how very fond I am of you."She searched his sad, old eyes <strong>and</strong> nodded.He looked past her <strong>and</strong> sought support in his memories. "When I was your age, every day brought new surprises, lifewas glorious, exciting, <strong>and</strong> dangerous. Now fickle Fortuna has reduced me to holding still. I parry her strokes of as best Ican. Do tell me of the great discoveries you have made during the past years."Sally banged the gong <strong>and</strong> called. "A table touts mes enfants!"Alex<strong>and</strong>ra offered Walter her h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> playfully pulled him out of his chair. He gladly suffered her help.Next morning they all had different wishes, Katharina wanted to take Friedrich to the top of the Duomo. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra hadmade up her mind to brave the Uffizi. Only <strong>Konrad</strong> had no specific plan. He finally joined Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, who, he knew, wouldhave liked to be left alone.As a compromise, he suggested that they explore the museum separately <strong>and</strong> meet after two hours to exchange theirdiscoveries. <strong>Konrad</strong> was a meticulous viewer of pictures. He examined every detail of a painting as carefully as hisplants. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra could take one look at an entire room of paintings <strong>and</strong> dismiss it as unimportant to her at the time,although she knew from experience that one day she would find something entirely new among exactly those pictures.She had invented a method that fitted her perfectly. Almost frivolously she would ask, why did this place lure me here?What is the reason for my coming? Where is the fascinating painting to be discovered, ready to explode in my mind? Shenever failed in this game.Last time Walter had taken her to the Uffizi eager to demonstrate how the Renaissance transformed man’s vision in thefifteenth <strong>and</strong> sixteenth centuries. She still saw the Duccio Madonna, the vanishing lines of Massacio, the clear,transparent van der Goes, <strong>and</strong> Botticelli’s enigmatic Primavera in her mind.Somehow she felt she had passed beyond the question of seeing in three dimensions, of underst<strong>and</strong>ing the awareness,which Walter had insisted the Renaissance dem<strong>and</strong>ed of the New Man. What was beyond this world? Where wasmodern painting heading <strong>and</strong> most importantly, what was the next goal in her life? She restlessly searched for anexpansion of her underst<strong>and</strong>ing that would include her experiences of the past five years.Almost in a trance, all her senses alert, she walked through the galleries <strong>and</strong> deeply puzzled discovered that theByzantine paintings—where years ago Walter had taken her much against her will—exerted an irresistible attraction.Perplexed, she sat down on the only bench in the room. The well remembered panels of the Primitivi surrounded her.Figures in blue, dark green, or purple robes floated on shimmering gold surfaces. A sunspot brightly illuminated aMadonna, <strong>and</strong> the reflected light caught a flock of angels on the opposite wall. There was no question, these earlyvisions were beautiful, their colors were as fresh as on the day they had been painted.But what was their message? She closed her eyes <strong>and</strong> tried to concentrate. The gleam of the gold panels would not go113
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