teacher said there was no need to exaggerate.â
âDo you really remember, or did you just read about it?â said Illyrian, teasing her.
âDonât be so horrid!â replied Linda sulkily, sounding as if she really was still just a kid.
âYou couldnât have been more than seven in 1960,â Silva reckoned.
Linda shook her head.
âA bit older than that.â
âWell, I got married soon afterwards!â
âReally?â exclaimed Linda.
Silva gazed dreamily out of the window.
âIt was just at the beginning of the blockade. And it was then that I gave up archaeology and went into construction.â
âIf I remember rightly, lots of engineers were directed into construction about then, werenât they?â said Illyrian.
âYes. Construction was the first sector to be affected.â
Silva went on looking through the window. The memory of the ancient theatre at Pacha Liman came back to her cold and clear, as if from another world. With it came the image of the deserted excavation site, and the thought of how jealous she had been of a good-looking Russian girl whoâd suddenly fallen for one of the male archaeologists in the team. âThereâs nothing more awful than being jealous while youâre working on a dig,â sheâd told Ana, later. âYou feel as if all the trenches are being carved in your own flesh.â
Her sister had listened rather absent-mindedly. Silva knew Ana didnât know the meaning of the word jealousy, and so was unaware of the suffering it could bring. Even so, she had tried to help. âThe Soviets will go away now, so itâll be all right again,â Ana had said. But that was no consolation to Silva: she thought the sudden parting would only make the man love his Russian all the more. âI just donât understand you,â said Ana. âWell, go on suffering, then, if thatâs what you really want.â But sheâd been glad later on, when Silva met Gjergj and forgot her anguish overnight. Ana herself had just met Besnikâ¦But why, Silva wondered, was
she
thinking about Besnik more and more often these days?
âSo it was all quite different then,â said Linda.
Silva nodded.
Steps now approached along the corridor, and the door opened to admit the boss. Though his attitude was still gloomy enough, he also looked somewhat relieved. The meeting must be over, and, thought Linda, heâd probably adopted the expression of some Party member whoâd just been released and whom heâd passed in the corridor. He seemed to want to speak, but something was holding him back, Illyrian, who knew he was persona non grata, tiptoed out.
âI was right about the meeting,ââ said the boss, without looking up from the papers on his desk. âIt
was
about China.â
âReally?â said Linda.
âIt seems theyâre changing their policy," Thee, turning to Silva: âI expect your husband will give us some first-hand information on the subject. When will he be back?â
Silva shrugged.
âI donât know,â she said. âI havenât heard from him.â
She hadnât sat down at her desk again yet, and for some reason or other she found herself straying back to the window overlooking the square.
âLinda!â she said. putting a hand on the girlâs shoulder. âLook!â
Linda turned round and pressed her forehead against the glass,
âHow strange!â she exclaimed.
âWhatâs the matter?â asked the boss.
âA little while ago the square was fell of Chinese, and now theyâve all goneâ¦â
âAs if the earth had opened and swallowed them up!â added Linda.
âYou can never tell what theyâre going to do next,â said the boss. âIt was the same with Nixonâs visit. They kept it secret right up to the last minute.â
âBetter to break once and for all with