Chapter XIV
As we said goodbye to each other, Norma and I had promised to see each other again. She would come to Turin as my guest at the end of August taking advantage of the week of vacation she still had, and I would be going to New York in the fall.
I had slept most of the time on the return flight. My body had demanded the lost sleep. Only shortly before landing I had woken up and thought about the events and tried to put them in order, without realizing that my reasoning was basically naive. My friend Vittorio, more critical perhaps because he was not directly involved, would point this out to me that same day. Meanwhile, I had summarized the facts like this: Tartaglia Fioretti contacts me through one of his men asking me to compose and sell him poems in honor of a certain Tatiana
