I have been searched many times in my life, but no one has displayed such mastery in that art as the English. They forced me to take off my boots and carried them off somewhere; they examined all the seams on my jacket and my pants; they took away my notebook for inspection. And yet the Englishman who did all this perpetually wore a kindly smile—one could not even get angry at him. See more
In London, we were told that the date when our journey will continue is unknown: it is a military secret. Everything here has been calmer than in Paris, maybe because the war is farther away, or maybe because Englishmen aren’t fond of being nervous. To me, the city seemed beautiful, majestic, and gloomy. I thought, “Here, they would put Modigliani in an insane asylum…”
Finally, I’ve been given a passport on behalf of the Provisional Government; but I still had to obtain a visa. It was the first time I’d heard that word, before the war there were no visas. The day came where I had all three visas – English, Norwegian and Swedish. See more
Diego Rivera was happy for me – I’m going to the revolution, and he has already seen the revolution in Mexico; neither is a pleasant business. Modigliani said to me: “Maybe we’ll see each other, and maybe we won’t. It seems to me that all of us will either be imprisoned or killed…”.