CHAPTER VIII
BUT WHO ARE THEY?
Trovaperdi was awakened abruptly by some screaming coming from the study.
- Stop thief! Stop thief! Help, police - although he was clearly heard shouting still stunned for revival.
Initially she was afraid for the presence of a violent thief in the studio, but then saw Judith, the cleaning lady who showed him continuing to scream with terrified eyes.
- Stop thief! Help! Run! - Continued to scream the cleaning lady, so that Trovaperdi rose from his desk, still full of documents he had pulled out of the drawers, trying to understand what was happening, but as soon as Judith saw him approaching, he began to grasp objects in the room and deliver him.
- Stay away from me! Help, help! - Shouted with all his strength in his body, so that passers-by began to stop early in the study.
An object that slammed Trovaperdi was forced to flee from the study to avoid injury and avoid Judith seemed to go crazy and out of control.
- But that is taken, is she crazy? I better leave before something else happens - said before rushing down the stairs, his arm still sore from the impact with the lamp that Judith had wished on him.
Trovaperdi, still sleepy and confused, she could not understand what was going on: - What happens now? Now, not content, they want me to go for a thief to throw me in jail. ... I'm still groggy and sleepy. I need a coffee otherwise I can not think! - And went to the Bar of Victories.
Just entered the Bar, Mario greeted as usual but noted that the latter, with a look of disgust, he just nodded broken.
Trovaperdi, however, had no time to dwell on this oddity as it was immediately taken by another thought: - Damn! I forgot the keys to my flat on the desk. That damned if they Possess as he did other things with my -.
Trovaperdi, deep in thought, he ordered a coffee and did not notice that Mario looked at him with distrust and control his movements, like a thief.
When the coffee was ready and Trovaperdi had to take the cup, jumped as if he had seen a ghost.
- But what ...? - Exclaimed horrified looking at his hands, unable to pronounce other words.
Paled suddenly and without drinking even a sip of coffee, ran into the bathroom of the Bar, to the mirror.
- But ... but ... What's happening to me? - Said when he got scared of the bathroom mirror.
Trovaperdi skin was black and also the lines of his face were not the ones that I remember it was someone else.
- Who are they? - He said, before being interrupted by Mario who had entered the bathroom to check what he was doing the unrecognizable Trovaperdi and exclaim: - You are a dirty nigger must leave my room. Not the bathroom of the station here. Go out of my bar or call the police! -.
Trovaperdi, startled, not having heard Mario and go without even being able to utter any word, ran almost instinctively, how to get away from that image also reflected by the mirror.
Once the street went back to the thoughts crowding his mind, this time throwing in a state of terror rather than nervous. The situation was now, irrational, supernatural so that I could not even find a way to inveigh against his Santino.
- Is it possible that the mirror was distorted? But no, my eyes see clearly the color of my skin and my hands no longer recognize the features of my face - said, running his hands over his face.
- What is it? What do I do? - And almost unconsciously he headed back toward the study, also because he had forgotten the keys to her apartment, but as soon as it was near the front door and saw Santino Judith speak with two police officers.
- I can not return to the studio in this condition! I would end up in jail on serious this time. Gotta get away from here - he said before walking away looking scared Trovaperdi continuously in the direction of the two agents in order to be certain that they had not noticed.
Now, Trovaperdi walked for hours. He had to stop otherwise would have fallen to the ground exhausted without anyone succor.
It was now near a town park and took the opportunity to lie down on a bench isolated exhausted in mind and body.
- Who would have thought it? I Trovaperdi on a bench of the municipal gardens, smelly and sprawled on a public bench as one of many blacks and homeless people that I used to despise and avoid -. This time, in the words of Trovaperdi there was no resentment or desire for revenge, but a strange behavior on self-criticism that he had until he was in a situation to be respected by all and enjoy a prominent position in society.
- If I knew what it was like, I would never have behaved like that - said that perceiving the behavior while watching the passers-by had.
- To a person, such as that now I should not be at all easy to find accommodation or a job. People are avoiding me, almost frightened - Trovaperdi said, now hungry and without money in his pocket.
- What do I do? Maybe I should go home and try to enter it by stealing the keys of which are in service concierge - also told to find a place to reorganize ideas and observe the situation from the studio window.
On the way home, Trovaperdi was suddenly and unexpectedly seized with an attack drowsiness that prevented him from walking.
- What is happening to me? - Exclaimed frightened - I never felt like this! And then ... this drowsiness - could not even finish the sentence that fell into a deep sleep on a bench that is along the way back.
It was now, Trovaperdi afternoon when he awoke with a start and said, fearful: - What is happening to me? It seems that this drowsiness steal me away every time something -. These words, uttered almost inadvertently sounded in the mind and seemed to assume a greater importance than they had.
- Whether it's true! - He thought, reflecting on what had been stolen that whenever he had awoken from sleep weird that assailed him in recent days - strange ... after the first sleep study, I lost the box of cigars. After that your living room, the Maserati. After the sleep that came over me at home, although I was nervous to steal the car, I lost my beloved work -.
After a brief pause, as if to consider what he was saying, he continued, with an expression of who he was finding evidence to reveal strange mysteries: - ... And after that struck me sleep while peering between documents of Santino, I lost my identity! -.
All coincide, and now the eyes of Trovaperdi began to worry because if things were really so the new sleep had stolen something.
- Oh, my apartment! - He said, before getting up from the bench and go racing in Piazza Garibaldi.
Trovaperdi turned the corner that would take him to the house, already with an eye to his attic and remained speechless.
With a heart that had almost stopped in her chest she noticed that the interior floor of the building where he lived until the other day it was gone. The palace in Piazza Garibaldi had a plan less.
Trovaperdi had become pale and after a moment of confusion he managed to utter, in a broken voice: - What's happening? I do not understand! What do I do now? I can not stay here. They are too close to the studio and see if I immediately called the police - he said looking around.
- Where can I go? Where a black man can go without being maltratato? - Then suddenly you remember something a bit 'of time before the bartender said Mario.
"Ah! But there is that of Pedro I talked to Mario that racist, I said that gave work to the blacks and the homeless "and as soon as he finished saying what went sent to the central station.