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They had been instructed only to walk around Rome in groups, the ladies preferably in the company of an embassy guard or a gentleman from the embassy.
This made both Cally and Segal frustrated. The interns’ schedules all varied, as did their work ethic, which affected the work load at any given moment, and there wasn’t always a guard to spare, especially to follow two girls on sight-seeing or shopping ventures.
“Besides,” Segal had said to Cally in their room, the night after the new rules had been established, “actually having a guard following us around the streets of Rome identifies us as embassy workers.”
“It’s ridiculous,” Cally agreed. “We, at least, look like uni students on summer hols. Not like someone could tell the difference. And since we’re poor defenseless women….” Cally made a face.
“It’s perfectly logical to encourage safety by instating groups, but singling out the female population….” Irritated, Segal lit a cigarette. “Fessacchione.”
Nevertheless, the stars had aligned today, and all four interns were out together, milling the streets. Julian and Segal were in an antique shop. Matthew and Cally had wandered down the street a bit and Matthew was perusing the cigarette selection of a street vendor’s newsstand.
“I’m going to walk down to the end of the street,” Cally told Matthew, quickly bored of reading the headlines, having already seen them early this morning.
Matthew glanced up at her, opening his mouth as he hesitated.
Cally sighed. “I’m not going to go any further. You neeedn’t worry.”
He gave an apologetic smile. “Right. I’ll catch you up in a bit.”
It was a busy street, filled with tourists since it was near several popular attractions. Cally walked slowly, looking in each window shop, trying to imprint all the sights, smells, and sounds into her brain, and simply enjoying being outside on this nice, spring day.
Towards the end of the street it got louder; Cally knew it opened up on a medium sized square and wondered if there was some sort of celebration today that she had not heard about.
She stopped at the corner in front of a dry cleaners bathed in sunlight, shielding her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and she went very still.
“Che cosa ci hanno dato? Che cosa hanno fatto per noi?”
What have they given us? What have they done for us?
Cally fumbled in her purse for her sunglasses and quickly put them on, now surveying the moderate-sized crowd gathered around the speaker through grayish hue. The speaker’s Italian was good, if accented.
“Ed ora decidono venire a questo paese in cui abbiamo preso il rifugio, in cui abbiamo fuoriuscito il oppression e le voci abbondano dei colloqui di pace, ma niente è confermato.”
And now they decide to come to this country where we have taken refuge, where we have escaped oppression, and rumors abound of peace talks, but nothing is confirmed!
The acoustics were not very good and it was difficult for Cally to hear him, but Cally didn’t want to move any closer.
“Se stanno andando ascoltare loro, quindi dovremmo avere una voce, anche! Dobbiamo parlare in su! Dobbiamo essere sentiti!”
If they are going to listen to them, then we should have a voice, also! We must speak up! We must be heard!
“There you are!” Segal’s voice cut through Cally’s concentration. “Look! I found a-“ she stopped abruptly. Matthew and Julian ambled up behind her, their bemused expressions quickly disappearing.
“Pensano che siamo niente! Che siamo di nessun avviso! Che siamo nessuno!”
They think we are nothing! That we are of no notice! That we are nobody!
“This…is not good,” Segal said flatly.
“Ciò deve cambiare.”
This must change.
“We should probably head back,” Mathhew said, deftly flicking ash off the end of his cigarette.
“Yes,” Cally said vaguely as they all turned away slowly, “we should go.”
“Dobbiamo lasciarli conoscerli siamo una forza da stimare con!”
We must let them know we are a force to be reckoned with!
[ooc: Please note that the mun does not speak Italian. All translations are via Babelfish and therefore subject to serious error. Sorry.]
This made both Cally and Segal frustrated. The interns’ schedules all varied, as did their work ethic, which affected the work load at any given moment, and there wasn’t always a guard to spare, especially to follow two girls on sight-seeing or shopping ventures.
“Besides,” Segal had said to Cally in their room, the night after the new rules had been established, “actually having a guard following us around the streets of Rome identifies us as embassy workers.”
“It’s ridiculous,” Cally agreed. “We, at least, look like uni students on summer hols. Not like someone could tell the difference. And since we’re poor defenseless women….” Cally made a face.
“It’s perfectly logical to encourage safety by instating groups, but singling out the female population….” Irritated, Segal lit a cigarette. “Fessacchione.”
Nevertheless, the stars had aligned today, and all four interns were out together, milling the streets. Julian and Segal were in an antique shop. Matthew and Cally had wandered down the street a bit and Matthew was perusing the cigarette selection of a street vendor’s newsstand.
“I’m going to walk down to the end of the street,” Cally told Matthew, quickly bored of reading the headlines, having already seen them early this morning.
Matthew glanced up at her, opening his mouth as he hesitated.
Cally sighed. “I’m not going to go any further. You neeedn’t worry.”
He gave an apologetic smile. “Right. I’ll catch you up in a bit.”
It was a busy street, filled with tourists since it was near several popular attractions. Cally walked slowly, looking in each window shop, trying to imprint all the sights, smells, and sounds into her brain, and simply enjoying being outside on this nice, spring day.
Towards the end of the street it got louder; Cally knew it opened up on a medium sized square and wondered if there was some sort of celebration today that she had not heard about.
She stopped at the corner in front of a dry cleaners bathed in sunlight, shielding her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat and she went very still.
“Che cosa ci hanno dato? Che cosa hanno fatto per noi?”
What have they given us? What have they done for us?
Cally fumbled in her purse for her sunglasses and quickly put them on, now surveying the moderate-sized crowd gathered around the speaker through grayish hue. The speaker’s Italian was good, if accented.
“Ed ora decidono venire a questo paese in cui abbiamo preso il rifugio, in cui abbiamo fuoriuscito il oppression e le voci abbondano dei colloqui di pace, ma niente è confermato.”
And now they decide to come to this country where we have taken refuge, where we have escaped oppression, and rumors abound of peace talks, but nothing is confirmed!
The acoustics were not very good and it was difficult for Cally to hear him, but Cally didn’t want to move any closer.
“Se stanno andando ascoltare loro, quindi dovremmo avere una voce, anche! Dobbiamo parlare in su! Dobbiamo essere sentiti!”
If they are going to listen to them, then we should have a voice, also! We must speak up! We must be heard!
“There you are!” Segal’s voice cut through Cally’s concentration. “Look! I found a-“ she stopped abruptly. Matthew and Julian ambled up behind her, their bemused expressions quickly disappearing.
“Pensano che siamo niente! Che siamo di nessun avviso! Che siamo nessuno!”
They think we are nothing! That we are of no notice! That we are nobody!
“This…is not good,” Segal said flatly.
“Ciò deve cambiare.”
This must change.
“We should probably head back,” Mathhew said, deftly flicking ash off the end of his cigarette.
“Yes,” Cally said vaguely as they all turned away slowly, “we should go.”
“Dobbiamo lasciarli conoscerli siamo una forza da stimare con!”
We must let them know we are a force to be reckoned with!
[ooc: Please note that the mun does not speak Italian. All translations are via Babelfish and therefore subject to serious error. Sorry.]