You did well my friend

You are my butterfly

It was the sixth day of my visit to Florence

As normal Doris met me promptly at ten

She had been a member of the Baader-Meinhof Group for many years

Her pale features betrayed the time that she had spent in prison

With Rudolf Hess and my mother’s dog

We were travelling to an ice rink where we were to assassinate

A successful businessman who had betrayed our cause

Doris handed me a Glock pistol

Which I hid in my pocket

As not to attract attention

She had not noticed that I was blind and assumed that I wore dark glasses

As a fashion accessory