We spent maybe forty-five minutes with Demetrio. At certain points he laughed and reached out to grab Carlo or me by the arm, to make a point. Somewhere in the oddly rewarding ambiguity of our struggle to converse together, it seemed to pop out that the pieces of art didn’t get stolen. I wasn’t sure that was what was said, but it suddenly occurred to me that, of course, many of these pieces could easily be carried off. "So people don’t steal the sculptures?" I asked.