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My mother ushered my brother and myself rapidly to our room before things got out of hand. This exercise went on for hours, becoming rowdier and rowdier. Then one of them, I can’t remember who, came up with the idea of putting a post stamp adequately moistened on a coin and then proceeded to throw in the general direction of the hole in the hope that the stamp would remain attached to the ceiling sealing the hole. They spent a long time discussing the possible solution to close the offending hole. My father noticed a hole in the ceiling (about the size of a 100 lira coin) and the discussion among the three rapidly became quite idiotic (or at least in my mind). After a few drinks the atmosphere became quite merry. I recall one instance, we had just moved into a new flat, Jerry O’Neill came to visit us, escorted by CIA agents together with Gersh Budker escorted by KGB agents. Our flat in Rome was a Mecca for many friends and colleagues, I was privileged to meet some extraordinary people.

There are though, quite a few amusing moments I recall, all of which took place during the “happy” years.