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'Look,' I said. 'We went wrong somewhere.'
Martha turned her head and couldn't believe what she saw. On the horizon, in all its unreality, was the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
'It's tiny,' she said. 'Like a replica in an amusement park.
"That's it all right. I can say with some confidence that we're not in Florence.'
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What are you supposed to write....When tanks are rolling into cities where friends of yours live? What are you supposed to write when you realise you don't understand the world any more - I mean in an absolutely fundamental way - when all your certainties collapse, when you realise that the bubble you live in is just that, a bubble that could burst any minute?'
'Something feels off. There's something up with him.'
'Hardly surprising under the circumstances, is it?'
'No, something else. I don't know what.'
We listened to his breathing. It was fitful, with long pauses between gulps of air.
"The appointment is tomorrow at two,' I said. 'And tomorrow is tomorrow, even if we get there today.'
'Fucking physics'.
