We enjoyed the songs, and he was guaranteed a double helping of soup, straight “from the bottom”— that meant with peas!
Rewards were given in camp not only for entertainment, but also for applause.
I, for example, could have found protection (how lucky I was never in need of it!)
from the camp’s most dreaded Capo, who for more than one good reason was known as “The Murderous Capo.”
This is how it happened. One evening I had the great honor of being invited again to the room where the spiritualistic seance had taken place.
There were gathered the same intimate friends of the chief doctor and, most illegally, the warrant officer from the sanitation squad was again present.
The Murderous Capo entered the room by chance, and he was asked to recite one of his poems, which had become famous (or infamous) in camp.
He did not need to be asked twice and quickly produced a kind of diary from which he began to read samples of his art.
I bit my lips till they hurt in order to keep from laughing at one of his love poems, and very likely that saved my life.
Since I was also generous with my applause, my life might have been saved even had I been detailed to his working party
to which I had previously been assigned for one daya day that was quite enough for me.
It was useful, anyway, to be known to The Murderous Capo from a favorable angle.
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