World of Contrasts 23#

This coffee communism was clearly infectious in a carefree sort of way judging by the competing voices and general hubbub ricocheting off the cellar’s stonework. Ironically outside the garbage was piling up, the buses paralysed, all whilst the dark menace of the Red Brigades hovered ominously in the background. Still, this beautiful small city of 80,000 students, whatever their political colour, was an intensely fascinating and energetic place to spend a day.
We sadly said ‘arrivederci’ to Gino and Bologna, not knowing what lay in store for us, unwittingly moving from one extreme to another at the whim of fate.....