As if to prove Pietro right, the disorder began to take concrete form, touching people who had been close to me. I learned from Mariarosa that Franco had been attacked in Milan by the fascists, he was in bad shape, and had lost an eye. I left immediately, with Dede and little Elsa. I took the train, playing with the girls and feeding them, but saddened by another me -- the poor, uneducated girlfriend of the wealthy and hyperpoliticized student Franco Mari: how many me's were there by now? -- who had been lost somewhere and was now re-emerging.

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