Unum or Unam

I am here on the Via Reggio Lido in italy, and it is not Inception, but it could be; the broadwalk behind the scores and scores of bagno establishments, all with their dream names like Roberto, Delfino, and Sodini in Art-Deco signature lettering above their entrances.  later on dinner is taken at 8pm or later if you prefer, always at sensibly priced ostarias, and then you join the passagiata for all ages and conditions, some glamorous, some divine, and some bizarre.

It is the way it is with words, you try one thing, then you try another. For instance, here on the Lido I am hoping to meet the Russians again. They were here two years ago when we came last, and it would be good to meet up with them again and hear those strange accents which they bring to words (Like 'cows' for 'chaos' as I have noted here before, and so on.

Then there is the ex-Soviet man with a name that sounds like ‘Cabin George’ who seems to act as a catalyst for me whom I am especially keen to find. The one. And you never know what, he might be here, along with Benjamin and Trotsky, and those with other cover names like Viktor, Ernst Hess, Rudi, Stefan, Berndt… and of course Albert. Along with the women of course, some of whom are not to be trusted… there for example in the corner is sat Grete Wild, alias Mertens, continuously writing things down in her notebook. No good will come of it, I know, because no good came of it before.

And Russia – why the special desire to meet the Russians? Because their radio towers are higher than any others and their listening stations are recording everything underneath those towers of iron, albeit rusting, still capable of spanning from here to Saturn. Not spies of course. I don’t like using that overworked word. But agents surely. Or ambassadors if you prefer.