“Do you speak German?” I shook my head. “French?” Again I shook my heard. “Italian?” Once more my head was shaken. “Sorry”, he said, “I only speak little English”. I was completely crushed
We could not hear our guide speak, there was a bungle about the time we were to start, and the day was very hot and oppressive
The night was cold and not very bright as the moon was only about half. We kept warm by getting up close. After we had been going for a few minutes we started singing
The theatre was crowded and as our seats cost 100 lire each (25/- New Zealand money) it must either pay to have Grand Opera in Italy or it must be very costly to produce it.
For miles the streets were lined with soldiers and the streets were crowded with civilians. It took us a long time to fight our way to a special hotel where we had been invited by one of the guards to witness the procession.
Many of the monuments were carved out of one solid piece of marble and the work was beautifully and artistically done
he saw my lovely array of about 100 films. He picked them up, looked at them, smelt them, and then called another officer. “Yes, I must pay duty!”