Sutomore
On a railway map on the wall, I saw that we
weren't very far from the port of Bar, where
you could cross to Bari or Ancona. Wolfgang
immediately got enthusiastic. On to Bari, which
wasn't far from Matera, a possible destination
of their travel agency. Near Bar, in Sutomore
we swam in the Adriatic Sea. Ate tasty mackerel
in a restaurant and although someone started
waving his shooting iron, after all it was more
picturesque than threatening.
Matera
In Italy we hitched again. Matera was really
something. Then Sulmona. When we were
somewhere near Bologna we had to decide
whether we should aim at the Gotthard or
Brenner Pass, Wolfgang made a confession.
Every time he had a phone call, he hadn't
talked to Monica, but to Sophie. He had
fallen in love with Sophie and she with
him, but they hadn't told no one yet.
