At dusk a group of armed men, like those from earlier that morning, ordered us to leave the house at once. We dragged the bed behind us as we left and, upon reaching a vacant lot, we settled there, in a house without walls, doors, and windows, roofless, too: what we came to call Villa Intemperie. In the middle of the night my two brothers, both policemen, arrived and told us to move on. A housing block would soon be built. We took to the road again, toward the horizon, when suddenly Nadia began to cry; during one of those evictions, she couldn’t remember which, Nadia had forgotten her keys.