He was finishing his second beer, he was still thirsty, or maybe it wasn’t thirst, and he felt, yes, quite happy, Livia Ussaro existed and was telling him interesting, extraordinary things, even though it wasn’t clear exactly what she was telling him.
‘No, I wanted to make the experiment for purposes of social study. I was born with a weakness for sociology. When the other girls couldn’t wait to put on long sheer stockings, I was reading Pareto and what’s worse, understanding him. Unfortunately, Pareto doesn’t have much to say about women, nor do the other sociologists. As a woman, I’m interested in female sociology, and one of the most important problems in that field is prostitution. The first thing to realise is that you can’t understand prostitution, really understand it, if you haven’t been a prostitute: if you haven’t, at least once, performed an act of prostitution.’
He had the feeling he was at a lecture, at some convention of intellectuals, and he ordered two more beers: he had never got drunk on beer, but he feared that tonight he might have to.
‘It isn’t a logically incontrovertible theory,’ she continued, cool, magisterial, and yet so feminine, ‘in fact, if you analyse it closely it doesn’t hold up at all, but it has its charm. The experiment I wanted to do was to go out on the street, let a man accost me and go with him for money. In that way I would have a typical experience, a sample experience, empirical but significant data that would help me study the question. Except that, whenever I was about to do so, two or three thousand years of taboos stopped me. In addition, I was a virgin and the part of my ego that belonged to the herd balked at the idea of losing my virginity for science. Then, at the age of twenty, despite my frigidity, I fell in love, it was a strange thing that only lasted two days. In those two days the man who had succeeded in breaking down my defences took full advantage of the situation, I lost my virginity, and so there was no longer anything to prevent me performing my experiment. But it took me until I was twenty-three before I managed to overcome all the taboos. And it happened by chance.’
Everything had a slightly hallucinatory air, including all that gold, and that startling silence of an area of Milan a little way out of the centre, towards midnight, when only a few cars pass, the odd tram, and there are long minutes of silence as if you are in the garden of a seventeenth-century villa.
‘I was in the Piazza della Scala, that evening, waiting for a tram,’ she said, informatively, ‘it was about this time of night, I’d been to see a friend who’s a dressmaker, a really stupid girl, but a good worker, even though she only ever talks about pleats, or about her molars, which are always hurting her. I was depressed and all at once I realised that a man about forty was coming towards me, swaying as he walked. I stayed where I was, and he told me in German that I was the most beautiful brunette he’d ever seen anywhere in Europe. I told him, in German, that I didn’t like drunks and asked him to leave me alone. Then he took off his hat, in that heat he was wearing a beautiful black straw hat, and told me he was happy I knew German, and that he was sorry but he wasn’t drunk, maybe I hadn’t seen him properly, he simply had a limp. You can understand the remorse I felt, I’d told him he was drunk, when all he had was a limp. In the meantime he asked if he could buy me something. I said yes, by way of apology. He took me to the Biffi, I had an ice cream, and then he told me that he was feeling lonely and asked if I could keep him company. I said yes. Then he said, “Für Geld oder für Sympathie?” He was a German, after all, and didn’t appreciate equivocation, he wanted to know if I would keep him company for free, as my friend the dressmaker says, out of sympathy, or for money. I was thinking about my prostitution experiment and immediately said, “Für Geld.” He asked me how much, it was my chance to carry out my sociological experiment, but the financial side of it was something I had no idea about. I told him the lowest figure, I was afraid that otherwise he’d say no.’
‘How much?’ The most fascinating form of madness was the lucid, rational kind.
‘Five thousand.’ She paused.
‘And then?’
‘Nothing. He gave it to me immediately. His car was parked in the Piazza della Scala, he asked me to tell him where to go: it was a bit awkward, because I didn’t know anything about the sexual geography of Milan at the time. By chance, we ended up in the Parco Lambro.’ She fell silent again.
‘And then?’
‘What struck me was how quick it was.’ She was very serious now. ‘And later, every time I repeated these experiments, it was the one thing I could never understand, the brevity. I think it takes longer to weigh yourself properly on a pharmacist’s weighing machine. And to think that four-fifths of human experience is based on something so quick, something that flashes by in an instant. I wrote lots of notes about that first experiment, but you wouldn’t want to read them.’
No, he didn’t want to, but he didn’t tell her that. ‘Is that what led up to your meeting Alberta?’
‘Yes, it is. In fact, I met her the very next day. A friend from university had invited me to a cocktail party. His father is the director of a large company making corsets and swimming costumes, and they were presenting their latest creations to the press and public in a reception room in the Hotel Principe. I’d never been to anything like that before, so I went. There were a whole lot of women, and many must have been lesbians, real lesbians, because they kept coming up to me and buzzing around me like flies until they realised I wasn’t the rose they’d imagined and left me alone. Then, in the middle of that world that was so strange to me, I saw someone else looking as lost as I was. That was her, Alberta. I don’t have friends, I’ve never been good at making them, but after an hour Alberta and I were like sisters and we’d told each other everything. It was the first time since high school that I’d found someone I could talk to about general topics, I don’t mean the future of mankind, but at least the influence in politics of the female vote. These days, the only general topics people talk about are leisure time and the influence of machines, which apart from anything else aren’t even really what you could call topics, in the strict sense of the term. Don’t you agree?’
He did, warmly, maybe because he was still warm with beer: leisure time and the influence of machines, pah!
‘We left the cocktail party and she took me to her place, at eleven we were still talking, about midnight we realised we hadn’t eaten and she prepared some bread and cheese, and at half past one we were still there, talking.’
‘And what did you talk about?’ Four or five hours of conversation: it might well be that they’d done nothing but talk, Livia Ussaro said so, and Livia Ussaro didn’t tell lies, but a lesbian may use the word for something more intimate. The suspicion, though, faded immediately, because of the fervour with which she answered his question.
‘I think that in the last three hours all we talked about was prostitution. I told her about my experiment the previous night-that’s why I had to tell you what led up to our meeting-and Alberta told me that over the past few months she’d been doing the same kind of experiment. Not for the purposes of study, obviously, but out of necessity. Not long after she had arrived in Milan from Naples, she had realised it wouldn’t be easy to live here. She’d wanted to work in the theatre, but she’d given up the idea after talking to the porters of the theatres where the various companies worked. Instead, she easily found work as a shop assistant, because of her elegant figure and the way she treated the customers, but the customers, or the boss, sooner or later put her in a position where she had to be fired. So, when she was really broke, she’d go out and come back home a little later feeling a little easier financially. I made her tell me all the experiences she’d had, half my notes are based on what Alberta told me. If people here in Italy didn’t laugh about certain subjects, especially if dealt with by a woman, I could write a report on private prostitution. There was one question that fascinated us above alclass="underline" From a social point of view, does a woman have the right to prostitute herself, but, I emphasise, privately? And only when she wants to, without anything else driving her?’