I Was In Trieste

I was in Trieste It was in 1962, a revolution attempt that failed roads had been churned; the American CIA tried to blend in not successfully wearing Hawaii shirts to hide the guns. I met her at the railway station, a small woman with a big suitcase which I offered to carry at her lodging. I was a polite young man, thanks to my communist mother. It was a long road, a cobblestone road, was heavy going I have come to think Federico Fellini was hiding in the case. Arriving at her lodging, I was not invited to her room she gave me a peck on the nose. Later I learned she was a famous actress, but I wondered why is she, in Trieste?