Florence
was
to
work
on
the
Italian
Pavilion Giovanni was as earnest as I have ever seen him. He had fallen in love many times before, and would follow them around writing
letters
and
poems,
and
talked
about running away to Rome or Venice. This time he said he was serious. And I believed him. It was then I decided that the time had come: fate had spoken. I was going to America.
July 31, 1959 Another
dream
about
the
voyage
to
America. This one was a quiet dream – no flying
Dolphins.
memories
sleeping
Mostly
it
down
in
was
cloudy
steerage.
I
would wake up no now and then this old self still here in this old body, here in Chicago. Then I would drift back to sleep in my bed in steerage on the Fulda. It was almost as if I was waking then dreaming of myself
now,
but
of
course
that
isn't
possible. But it seemed so real. I think 48