Day 44

I'm writing this entry on the train to Calais. Had to say goodby to Miss Diviou—pity that, she is a bright woman and I enjoyed her company. But of course she has to warn her country just as I have to warn mine.

I don't know what London I will return to. Biffy indubitably sees me as a threat and will work against me. I believe San Sibilia's powers will work only on a delay to affect London, as they have to print the maps and get them into Londoners' hands, but that is just a belief.

The most important thing is this: I have my map of San Sibilia.

Miss Diviou was right, a conventional map of the city is impossible. No two people see the same San Sibila.

Which means that this journal, this chronicle, this is my map of San Sibilia.