Please follow me. - Reflexiones Marginales

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8:45 P.M. Their legs appear on the top steps. I crouch into my hiding place.
They go, turning to their left. I wait a few seconds. At the very moment I leave
the alley to follow them, they turn around. She was the first tv tum back. She
scares me more than he does. I quickly fall back. They pass by me without turning
their heads, tranquil, silent, and heading in the opposite direction along the
path taken three hours before. The streets arc empty. I follow them from a
distance: Calle della Frezzeria, Calle seconda de l'ascension, then Calle
Vallaresso, which leads to vaporetto stop number IS, the San Marco station.
They wait fix the boat. I pretend to window shop. Ten minutes go by. The
vaporetto docks. I rush to board just in time. They go into the cabin and sit
down; I remain on deck. So close tv him, as ifsharing an island, encircled by the
waters of the lagoon. I feet determined.
As we approach the Accademia stop, they get up and join me outside. I
hide my face behind a newspaper, It Gazuttino. They get ofIthe boat, I do the
same. They go around the church of Santa Maria de la Carita and take the first
street on the left. After covering about one hundred meters, they disappear
through a door. I approach; it's the Trattoria ai Cugnai, 857 calle Nuova San
Agnese. Through the vvindow I watch them sit down at a table. He gets up
almost immediately, crosses the room, and pushes open a door in the back
(probably one leading to the toilets).
That's enough for tonight. I go back to my pensione. It's 9:30 P.M.