“Un bel di vedremo…” "One day it will be there, far out, where the sea meets the sky, a slender thread of smoke that rises above the water. A great white warship! Steaming into the harbor, she will fire her cannon. There it is! I can see it! I want to run to meet him. But, no, I will stand right at the edge of the hill, and wait as long as it takes for him to get here, and not grow weary. Then down below, coming out of the city, a man, like a tiny ant, begins to climb up our hillside.