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The director’s wife caressed my neck gently and stared at me with genuinely worried eyes.

Now I remembered... Pietro with his wife, the bathroom, then total darkness.

With a quizzical gaze, perhaps reading all the questions that were crowding my mind, Mrs. Olga explained what had happened.

"Dear, I saw you coming to the bathroom with such an uncertain step that I thought I would follow you to make sure you were alright, and instead I found you slumped on the ground, unconscious. Maybe you suffer from low blood pressure? And tell me dear where your husband is, maybe it would be better if you went home..."

"Thank you, but I feel better already. It's nothing, really. Thank you."

I had only seen that woman a few times, in the

store, and now she was on her knees with my head resting on her legs. The touch of her hands on the nape of my neck suddenly made me think of my grandmother, but it was just a flash.

I tried to get up, but my legs still couldn't support me. Mrs. Olga helped me to a sitting position, and then stand up.