“But then I met her in the trattoria and thought the whole thing over again, and it gave me courage that there was still hope for those in prison. It was a beautiful, bright night, everyone was out and about, neon signs everywhere, cars and carriages; the osterias were full, the radio was playing – and those poor fellows were sitting in jail. It would have been great to blow the place sky-high. Not to see that face on the walls anymore. To smash everything to pieces.”