Then I was accidentally photographed. Can you imagine that? 

 

“I was in a tuxedo, a monkey suit, in order to get into this gathering, a party, to steal some papers. Really I was still a thief. No great patriot. No great hero. They had just made my skills official. But one of the women had brought a camera and was snapping at the German officers, and I was caught in mid-step, walking across the ballroom. In mid-step, the beginning of the shutter’s noise making me jerk my head towards it. So suddenly everything in the future was dangerous. Some general’s girlfriend. 

 

“All photographs taken during the war were processed officially in government labs, checked by the Gestapo, and so there I would be, obviously not part of any list, to be filed away by an official when the film went to the Milan laboratory. So it meant having to try and steal that film back somehow.” 

Hana  looks in on the English patient, whose sleeping body is probably miles away in the desert,She walks down the hall and climbs into her hammock, giving it a swing as she leaves the ground. She walks down the hall and climbs into her hammock, giving it a swing as she leaves the ground. 

 

Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger 

for her, her body full of stories and situations. Caravag-gio has for instance given her something. His motive, a drama, and a stolen image.