Stazione Centrale
The backs of humdrum houses, minute gardens and, wedged between two brick walls, a bowling alley where two old men were throwing bowls across the dusty ground.
Then the train started to move again and a few minutes later, it pulled into the grey light of the station. Magagna was on the platform. He looked up through his sunglasses and smiled as he caught sight of Trotti. Magagna helped him climb down from the train.