The Marshal At the Villa Torrini
“Television aerials were dragged free of their moorings to dangle precariously over the street, and rubbish bags from over-spilling skips skittered along the roads until they burst and their contents whirled away to freedom. Mopeds crashed on to their sides to lie in the road and trees moaned and swayed as their weaker branches were torn off to destroy the cars parked in their shelter. By three in the morning the wind had roused just about every inhabitant of the city and sent them scurrying to ...bolt shutters, bring in forgotten laundry, rescue a favourite plant. When they had done all they could they lay awake because of the noise, sinister crashes that sounded too near for comfort, ambulance sirens, police sirens, fire engines. And when they got used to that they lay awake as the temperature plummeted below zero and tried to decide if they had the energy to get up again and fetch another blanket, or even turn up the heating which had been off for three warm, muggy weeks. Those who were managing to sleep through all this were woken very brusquely by their husbands or wives.MoreLess
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