4. Rimini (to be precise is always Cesenatico!)
The coast romagnola is for a long time it covers her/it of obligation for the vacations of different generations of young Italians.
I have never known one whom said" there has never been." He is not able, it socially is not acceptable to never have marked visit in coast. At least I believe.
According to the topography of commune use, to go to coast means to sojourn more or less in one of the inclusive communes between Ferrara and Gabicce. For Chicken, that has an extremely licentious vision of the Italian geography, the coast is some greatest. It sustains in fact that the communes of Bibione, Abano Terme and even they were In force is placed, without shade of doubt, in the province of Cesena.
The coast has become the shrine of the juvenile vacations for dark motives.
Of sure not for the sea, or better, that expanse of brackish water, suspiciously warm, brodosa and flood water, that the holidayers call sea.
The sea in Romagna is thus composed: in surface, the most mastodontic oily stain of every place of the planet, composed from any type of tanning not soluble that has been entering commerce for the sixties to today.
In depth (60 cms at the most up to the breakwaters), the natural file of the dna of almost all the Italian population. The tallest concentration of pee dissolved in present water on the earth.
Despite this, even if you/he/she could be difficult to believe him/it, I adore Romagna.
According to my personal considerations the young people absolutely, love to sojourn in coast for sense of affiliation. It is not the multiplicity of services, hotels, proposed of diversion to make Romagna destination prince of the vacations. It is the perception of possession of the territory the feeling to be with everything the people of the vacations inside an immense pleasant and well equipped condominium. All united by an only common purpose: to have a good time him without reservedness.
This perlomeno had been the mission of our preceding vacations.
In Romagna we frequently went there to the occasional summer bridges (2 June and Ferragosto) and we had sojourned well twice there for in vacations officialer. The first time we had departed to the time in Rimini completely unorganized. I obviously Mark you/he/she had twisted the nose seeing the lack of points of reference because it was not from him to depart without a reserved hotel and without the palest idea of the typology of vacation that we would have been able to spend. In tall season we had looked for an economic lodging for all Rimini. I disappointed, we had surrendered to the pressure of David that insisted for looking for to Cesenatico, sustaining that we would be found there there better.
David to Cesenatico suited us from small, when he anchors his they were together and his/her father was alive.
From that vacation in then, when you/they had asked me «Where you go on vacation?» I would always have answered «Á. Rimini!», even if in truth we had found more Cesenatico to measure of our expectations and of done we returned there always.
Idea to depart from Leuca at three o'clock in the afternoon had been David's.
«Making the intelligent departure avoid the whole traffic! This way for the ten in the evening at the most we are to Cesenatico and we also do in time to enjoy us the night!»
Personally I had found her a stupid proposal because to depart to an intermediary schedule burned us one afternoon of sea in Puglia and it made us lose an evening in Coast. However, not being the driver of the camper and not wanting to establish other controversies with David, I/you/they have been silent of it.
At 19.00 o'clock we were still bottled to Cerignola, the famous intelligent departure was revealed an exaggerated package and David, slightly bothered to the steering wheel, it traveled to a middle speed of 16 kms an hour and of 12 swearwords to the minute. I have not clearly raged.
Hand by hand that it attended her some trip they dilated him, I have noticed Gianca and Chicken to assume an attitude sospettabile. It is true that they confabulated together often and I would not have had motive to doubt of their personal discussions. They formed indeed" the strange coppia"dei films, were the modern rivisitazione of Stanlio and Ollio or of the cat and the fox in the cartoon of Pinocchio.
However you/they had put on apart in the back of the camper in an eccentric way. Gianca communicated to low voice with Chicken continually looking at me and the others, as if it worried him about to defend a secret. It was not a real dialogue, he/she spoke alone Gianca and the few spezzonis of sentence that have succeeded in gathering seemed the description of a plan on to do something and on to behave him in a certain way and on to say of the determine things and on not to say of it of the others.
I have not absolutely understood of thing him it treated, after all it was not the first time that the two big babies observed to tell him her in that way; only it made me smile the tension at the expressions of Gianca that it recommended him serious and the safety on the face of Chicken that frowned it assured him/it to have understood everything nodding with the head. I don't have however gives more than so much weight to their odd imaginations: from how much well I knew them, I would not have marveled if behind that mystery there had been a crazy person discourse on alien or houses spiritate. In every case then I had in mind everything other, I thought to Alice.
Although you/they were spent only few times by our meeting, my thoughts on her they quickly began to fall through him. Particularly I already felt a notable difficulty to physically imagine her/it. Often happens me to forget the physiognomy of the people and has inevitably happened with that person so able to arouse an unbelievable understood folgorante.
I tried to reconstruct me her in the head reliving the words that you/he/she had told me, the looks that you/he/she had given me the feelings that you/he/she had provoked me. I didn't succeed there. It was as to see a film already seen but imperceptibly transformed and with enough perfidy to modify its sense. I thought to Alice while he/she was speaking to me in the beach of the idiocy of the roles and the impositions in the relationships, but it was not the same Alice, it changed. While I was striving me to exactly recover that Alice, she assumed deformed lines and suddenly while he/she was speaking an expression of identical disappointment to that of Chiara it came her when we were left there, or I saw her nose to change himself/herself/themselves up to become identical to that perfect of Susan, and it still assumed arrogant layings as FdP or it performed rapid and nervous gestures as those of my mother.
You/he/she will have been for that eccentric transmutation, but I had already begun to consider Alice under a different light, reorganizing our meeting, making drastic hypothesis on the possibilities to establish with her a satisfactory relationship, analyzing the scarce probabilities that Alice was so extraordinary indeed as you/he/she was seemed me.
In practice, I was absorbed again in the whirling waltz of the paranoias.
David has saved me, without doing he waits for him/it.
«But do you want to end her/it to make you mental saws or no? At least was swept her/it to you! That would have been a good motive to consider us!»
Resurfaces of release as a diver to short of oxygen that punctures disorientated the surface of the water.
Mark, has changed luckily, completely trajectory.
«But do you realize that other? To sustain that the masturbation is betrayal, absurd. But who is so ignorant to marry himself/herself/themselves one as that? Poor coglione!»
«Mark that shoots to zero on someone? This indeed I didn't wait me for him! Then also Mr. Mark, love for everybody, tolerance for every living being, is able of to criticize someone» you/he/she has observed David.
«Certain!» Mark has answered simply.
It often happened that someone thought that Mark was a person of little temperament. It came easy to whom didn't know well it to confuse the kindness of his/her positions and the softness of his/her ideas with the absence of stable points, the insufficiency of character.
In reality, if I can say something w
ith complete infallibility it is that Mark of character has always had to sell of it.
Only it didn't try to change to all the costs the opinions of the people, especially when it didn't have the right of it. I Mark you/he/she has never given a suggestion feeling himself/herself/itself on a privileged base: rather, if consulted, he/she offered disinterested opinions and never definitive.
You/he/she has never tried to convince someone, he/she invited more easily the people to have greater mental fluidity. That that has always had him. I Mark you/he/she is not castled only never on his/her own ideas because they were his. You/he/she has always been ready to twist anything if you/he/she had found a best solution, also when to offer him her had been someone very away from him.
Even when you/he/she had come from me to move the closet. You/he/she had spoken of Chiara and of us as couple to very unbalanced way, but you/he/she had done him with clean sincerity, from friend, as if it had the certainty to have to intervene. That has perhaps been the only time when Mark has not wanted to admit other roads and, on the camper that slipped slow toward Cesenatico, I have recognized completely as you/he/she had totally been right.
For the rest, to speak among friends of that crazy that imposes to his/her man not to masturbate was only a way to avoid that we spoke of Alice.
In every case I have specified to angry David «However I was not thinking about her!»
He has responded «Sì, as no!» Then you/he/she has inserted the arrow to turn in the Truck stop adding «Á. this point let's eat us something, let's stop us, knows much, to go with this footstep.»
«No! I didn't think about her!» I have confirmed me.
«It swears!»
«I swear!» I have repeated, putting an end to the stupid squabble from children.
While we were going down from the camper with the legs sudaticce and stiff to stir, Chicken is placed side by side and, a furbone feeling himself/herself/itself, you/he/she has asked me:
«Yet had your classical mental pippa face! But excuse, if you didn't think about that... to whom thought? Did you think about Chiara true?»
«No!»
«And to whom thought?»
«To your mother! How much it misses me!»
«But vaffanculo coglione!» You/he/she has started laughing and, oddly, a cigarette has scrounged me.
Disembarked by the camper and ended to smoke, we were about to enter the area of standstill where we would have dined when Gianca has made the most complicated things.
«I don't understand!» you/he/she has immediately pronounced polemic. «I don't understand because we should dine in the truck stop. Does Cazzo, have the camper, do we have the food, whether to throw money in cazzo of sandwiches of the truck stop?»
«It looks that you can also eat yourself a salad» David has answered him, that clearly slanted for the supper in the restaurant.
In effects it was not a restaurant. It was the classical Truck stop prefabricated type enormous container, air conditioned style bora in Trieste, sticky floors of cola, soda and inverted orangeade. The area of standstill motorway standard in short. Also as it regarded the sandwiches, he was not able certain to deny Gianca.
That with the cutlet for example, that I hate him/it.
It happens me to pick him/it up when I have really hunger and I don't succeed in satiating me with a" Camogli" or a" Icaro." The cutlet of autochtonous highway IGP is already born cutlet. In the sense that is in the state of beefsteak from so so much time that by now you/he/she has lost every native memory of the animal that was. It has the peculiar characteristic to be always cold to the inside, sopratutto in comparison to the temperature of the bread with which you/he/she is served. So much cold inside and warm out of to let to the consumer that the panatura contains asbestos traces to suppose or however of other material termoisolanti.
Despite the problems related to the thermal matters, the cutlet goes down as nothing, because about fact doesn't know of a blessed cazzo. That is he/she doesn't know about anything, when you/he/she is swallowed, but it doesn't miss to reappear with his/her reality taste, in the form of I leak gaseous malodorous denominated" belch", for different times from his/her assumption. Of the times for different days.
Cutlet apart, from when David had confided me that you/he/she would have departed for Australia, I supported pre-emptive his/her initiatives.
«But yes, that rubs us! Let's eat a sandwich in Truck stop or a salad or a cappuccino or a Toblerone! It is not whether to dine in a cafe makes him this great sin toward the patrimony!» I have said.
«Is not matter of money! Be the principle! Cazzo, has our stuff, our table, our spaces and we have to go to insert us inside there, to queue for this and for that. I don't come there! » you/he/she has beaten Gianca by now impuntato.
Gianca was this way. Always so absorbed in his/her own world, it was able of astute tirar on important matters, to forgive discourtesies or wickedness, but if it turned him, if it got stubborn him on the principle, they were bitter cazzi.
Mark has tried to calm down him/it.
«From the Gians, let's not do not a matter of state of it, it deals with a sandwich and of a beer. They are ten European that can be spent.»
Even Mark was easy-going, him that on the money not sgarrava almost never. Yet Gianca has not leastly released the taking.
«Is not for money! But as cazzo I owe you him to say? Goings you, I eat something here!»
To this point, we would be been able to enter us, leaving the mutineer of the group to the destiny of a solitary supper, but we have not done him.
I believe that the particular attitude that has made us special as friends and as group has been that to always face the matters from different perspectives. Also in the cazzates, sopratutto in the cazzates or in the things that head every day, the union of a group of friends defends facing the disputes and looking for points of accord.
It will seem banal but if we had entered the truck stop without Gianca, dining, someone would have condemned the slowness and the rigidity and the intolerance of it. The same Gianca, alone in the camper, without doubt you/he/she would have brooded a small grudge toward of us.
You/he/she would be been able to end up remembering himself/herself/themselves to story" the time when I am not involved even as lui"e to come even to exchange fierce accusations. All for a sandwich in vacation.
Perhaps it is not anything of what, perhaps it won't be this the essence on which it founds him a friendship, but according to it is me him; also.
Multiplying a small misunderstanding for innumerable marginal episodes, an enormous distance it is gotten among the people. I am convinced of it, and not only because it is an equation reasoned by Mark.
You/he/she has been Chicken, the big Chicken to resolve everything.
You/he/she has done him with a proposal that could come only from him.
Chicken had gotten used to go out of the shops hiding something, you/he/she has proposed that we did the exact contrary.
To the table of the truck stop: us five, three frozen beers, two Coke, an accursed cutlet (I was hungry), two Icaros and two sandwiches wurstel-mayonnaise-salad, wound in absorbent paper by table.
That geniaccios of Chicken you/he/she had prepared them, wrapped, and introduced in the restaurant hiding them to him under the shirt. Absurd, but functional.
Gianca has returned placid chewing his/her sandwich and so we have dined together everybody and leaves again in the traffic that was finally spaced out.
Mark has bought again the accursed Swiss candy to the grasses.
Leaving again from that point, the coast Romagnola didn't not at all seem me distant.
We are gone out of Rimini North at 2.22 o'clock, after an endless trip of suffering, belches of cutlet and beer and as much, too, boredom. So out schedule for everything, the search of the usual isolated zone has been inevitable whether to park the camper and to spend the night. I have looked at the telephon
e before putting to sleep me, between a thing and the other one you/they were done the 3.30 of the morning; dopodiché has collapsed in the sleep.
I/you/they have wakened up by the frightening country house produced by Gianca that it shouted as a crazy person while he uprooted.
«Wakes up! Let's have to bring the camper to the camping! Dead of sleep you have all of your cazzo of life to sleep, wakened up!»
To the nine of the morning they were all standing ones, all beautiful awake and already gnaw you for the new day. All except me.
It was awake David, despite you/he/she had driven for the whole run, but it was not a novelty.
David woke up soon always, its nervous nature made him consider the sleep a superfluous luxury, the uncomfortable one I detach between a day and the other and it was not certain to be marveled him that pits so pimpante after the few times of sleep.
It was awake Mark, to the telephone with Simona. I have understood that you/he/she was talking to her because it held the jail cell with a particular care, almost with affection. You/he/she was making sure himself/herself/itself of the conditions of his/her future wife as well as future mother of his/her child. It did her continuous questions but the same discreet. You/he/she has asked her of possible signs of discomfort and of as it felt him about spending the nights without him. You/he/she has also told her «Love not to worry you I return soon!» Not even pits to the front. To end has started to beg himself/herself/themselves on every thing with all of his/her benevolent pedantry.
Mark and David you wake up after five scarce hours of rest they didn't absolutely arouse clamor, Chicken and Gianca yes.
Chicken nervously patrolled every angle of the cabin looking for a blue shirt that" I was sure to have put her/it there!" without the" there" in matter, it covered a defined concrete space.
You/he/she has lifted even my sheet in the attempt to find her/it. Vexed by the invasion I have reproached him. «But what cazzo do you do? At all I put me your shirts as pajamas!»
«From the Paul, that that I put on Saturdays evening, that that you say that I seem a railroader» scoordinato has responded and seriously anxious.
I have asked then him to thing it served him the blue shirt from railroader to the nine of the morning, but Gianca is inserted as a housewife and you/he/she has admonished to make me my cazzis and to give me a movement to lift me.
Gianca I sharpen. Gianca was clearly the absolute anomaly of the scenery as the discordant image that jumps to the eye for first in the cartoons to comparison in the magazines of puzzle. When he went to dance on Saturdays evening and he did late even, Gianca you didn't see later it up to the four of the day again and when it arrived then it was as inadequate and slow as a" Commodore 64" in the era of Internet.
That day had suddenly become early-morning and efficient, so much to afford himself/herself/themselves to impart orders of coordination to everybody.
«Mark, how much does miss you? David, gas-oil we have of it? Chicken, stop that cazzo of shirt to look for her/it, will put another of it! Paul, but do you want to move you or no?»
«Oh an instant! Cazzo you have everybody? Are we in vacations or to military?» I have mumbled, then I have surrendered and I have gotten ready.
The camping we knew him/it, the market whether to also supply us for the remaining days, the baretto to have lunch after having also systematized mean and dispensation. Cesenatico there was note in everything and for everything, there was no great space for the novelties and after all it went very well this way.
In the gross the vacation, the goodbye to the bachelorhood of Mark, had given as already we could hope; by now it dealt with undertaking the passage of deceleration.
I had had an amazing meeting, Mark had given his/her last kiss without thoughts, David you/he/she had placed his/her beautiful heading and with Chicken you/he/she had shared the graces of his/her/their cousin porca of Alice.
Alone Gianca had remained some out of the hits of life, but in effects you/he/she had always gone so in past and the thing had never upset him/it particularly. It was not one that made him great expectations and to be I befriend him you/he/she had taught me not to do me of it for him.
Only that was incomprehensibly uneasy and nervous. It had been being him/it for the first morning, in a clear way, unequivocal. To midday you/he/she had already smoked half packet of cigarettes and it continued to warn Chicken to give him a serious and reliable attitude.
Chicken, his/her goodness, to lunch you/he/she has had a glint of intellectual autonomy and to Gianca that summoned him not to eat heavy you/he/she has answered:
«Gian, but do you want to end her/it!? Minchia seems my mother! Calm that am ready, everything will be all right!»
«Everything well thing? Ready for thing?» I have asked incuriosito.
«It is not said. Mark knows however it» Gianca has responded sneering malefic.
I have stared then at Mark to try to understand, but he is limited to make spallucce and you/he/she has declared:
«Not to ask me nothing because I cannot say anything!»
«But is thing, the vacation of the secret? Do you end her or no with all these mysteries?» I have beaten pervaded by a sense of exclusion.
«Secret of thing?» you/he/she has already summoned furious David in the case I/you could betray his/her trust.
«We allow to lose!» I have said and I have lowered the tones not to create new clashes.
In the afternoon we have been in the beach.
You/he/she has been between a bath and him anything else other than I have begun to perceive the atmosphere of end August. It is a particular thing, even if I believe that understands to everybody to realize that the summer is ending. They realized of sure the Righeiras years ago and since then this phase of the year has an only sonorous column.
The end in a summer you gather her/it on the faces of the people, in the melancholy eyes of whom loads the valiges of the return in auto, in the sulky mugugnis of his/her/their children that don't want to return to school.
There are tangible signs of the passage: the shortest days, the rains that last to the television, the manifestos and the broadcast promotions of some party of end summer more than a storm, the publicities of diaries, case box and briefcases in such the disco.
It passed note the announcement of some party of end summer in the loudspeakers of the beach of Cesenatico when I have realized that the summer was ending.
For a long time that period, besides being the moment of the year in which I analyzed with greater ferocity my dissatisfaction, it was the period of the promises and the intentions.
Some as they do some to New Year's eve: to me it happened in summer.
I swore that with the year to come I would have been more aware, busier, more concrete, more calm, happier.
I did him/it since when I frequented the first High school, and in the years an useless and ansiogena you/he/she had become habit. Beginnings promising you that you will be a more conscientious student and you find again yourself after years to tell you that you will be able of to give a best cut to your life and that you will know how to earn you the calm that it misses you.
To every way, in my case you/he/she has always been a lie that lasted few: after a mesetto of the usual routine, I again found me too absorbed in the life to be able to concretely operate us.
You postponed later all a year, to another end summer and to other non maintainable promises.
That end in summer however it was different.
It is true that the things seem to never change but in reality they always do him/it, only that do him/it with the imperceptible slowness of the time, the enough calm not to disturb.
It was everything different.
From there to one month I would have had my best friend that got married him and it became father, another would have emigrated in Australia, moreover stability would be missed even though boring of the relationship with Chiara and not even the regular cru
el escape of the meetings with Susan.
To the usual one, I have tried to realize plain on as to concretely face the upcoming changes and on whether to put the hands to improve me the life. It came out from there the nth trash of thoughts abstract and little profits, the usual pile of projects and intentions destined to be pure theory.
Very better to race in water with Chicken and Gianca to bathe the head overheated by the sun.
In water Chicken is incapable to contain his/her own urine.
I am absolutely some that, if it also tried us, he/she would not succeed in not pissing once absorbed up to the navel. It is systematic, if it enters water ten times in one afternoon, piss ten times. I would not tell him/it if at least it avoided to make me partecipe every time but Chicken besides being a piscione seriale, it is also one repugnant chronic. It does her when it is nearbyer you and when lead you wait for him/it. He/she urinates the more possible next to the subject target, looks then at it had a good time and exclaims with satisfaction «I am pissing You I set!»
Has you/he/she been in water there, while it was happily urinating me to ten centimeters of distance that have asked him «Thing is plotting you and the other crazy person?»
He has responded smiling «An instant, is pissing!» Then you/he/she is done serious and you/he/she has taken back «Paul, indeed, not to ask me void. I have promised to Gianca that I would not have said anything!»
«But stop her/it!»
«No, indeed I am not able. And you discover tonight however then it, also because if the things are all right it is big stuff!»
«At least mention me something! What cazzo is, it seems that we don't entrust there more one of the other!»
«It is not for trust, it is that Gianca cares quite a lot, you know him/it that it is scarramantico.»
«Scaramantico.»
«Yes, vabbè, is not able however!»
«All with is what of the silence for scaramanzia! And however he to Mark has told him!»
«Everybody who? To Mark you/he/she has told him because it had to tell him him. It needed a technical opinion.»
To that point curiosity had become divorante.
«Because, cannot I give him/it a technical opinion?»
«No! An opinion yes, technical no!»
«And because?»
«Because... stop you give her/it that it feels it!»
«But from the! Don't you see him/it that you/he/she is already lost in his/her planet?»
In effects Gianca could not feel us. Mask and flaming fins, crossed the dangerous 60 cms of turbid water of the coast, aiming winning to the artificial breakwaters. You/he/she had not been my friend, I would have denied in front of whoever to know that man.
«However not to say anything... it is a proposal of job»
Chicken really it didn't make her/it to hold a secret.
«Of job?»
«Of job!»
«And that job? Of whom? His/her?»
«We have an appointment for an appetizer tonight!»
«You have? For an appetizer?»
«Enough! I don't say other!»
A cinquina of minutes would have been enough for me to contaminate again Chicken. You/he/she had not been that David and Mark had decided to reach launching us him as kamikaze in the low waters of that beach, I am sure that I would have snatched what I wanted to know. But that two and Chicken have arrived you/he/she is subsequently castled. Ten minutes later, when Gianca has returned from his/her reckless consignment howling conceited to have seen the mussels on the rock-cliffs, Chicken and the details of the strange matter they were by now unapproachable.
Returned from the beach, Gianca has pretended to take the shower for first.
I have attentively observed him when, after having washed him for mezz'ora, you/he/she has begun to comb himself/herself/themselves.
It had a he/she ever takes care of sight in him in to make up himself/herself/themselves and it has me even asked to be able to use the cream face for which so much me sbeffeggiava.
On the gels' wrappings for hair there is usually the education: to apply a walnut of product on the hands and to model to like the hair style.
Gianca has put on in hand yes a walnut of product but a walnut of coconut.
You/he/she has begun to awkwardly comb himself/herself/themselves following the wrong principle for which more gels you put, hair is better you. Stuff from twelve year-old.
You/he/she has worn a white shirt with blue thin lines that you/he/she will have been ten years old.
Have I told him «Cazzo you have to do? The first communion?»
Has he asked desolate «I am badly?»
It has me so moved to see him/it vulnerability that I have lent him my impeccable black shirt.
Observing as much embarrassed devotion in to prepare I have been hypothesized that Gianca owed in reality to meet a woman an imaginary dame of whom I didn't know. Yet Chicken could not have me depistato, it was too much simpleton to do him/it.
I have asked to Gianca:
«But this appetizer with whom have to do him/it?»
«With a person that can change us the life.»
«To change us?»
«Not to you!»
«And to whom?»
«Made your cazzis!»
Gianca had returned surly as always and with my shirt I wear it seemed even more believable.
To that point we are gone out of the camping, afoot.
The cafe destined to the meeting that could change the life of Gianca was a little more ahead situated of the" Pirellone."
It will seem strange to find the" Pirellone" to Cesenatico, but there is. Obviously it is not that he treats really of the great skyscraper in Milan: it is immoderately a tall building, almost a skyscraper, to few meters from the beach. A work so in harmony with the territorial development to visually be resulted appagante how much a pair of dancing pink sugared almond put on by a Sardinian shepherd novantenne.
We have affectionately rechristened him" Pirellone" and, also being an architectural monster, it is a good point of reference: he/she is seen by kilometers.
Entered the place, Gianca and Chicken they are looked around at the search of a family face. Have not you/they immediately found him, but have not I done in time to order a Negroni that a man with the face from absolute idiot you/he/she has drawn near to us asking without turning particularly to any «Giancarlo?»
«Yes! Alvaro! I had not recognized you excuse. Hi!» you/he/she has answered excited Gianca.
Don't all the Alvaros of the world want of it, but as a parent Alvaro can call his/her own child?
Alvaro was a little fellow than at least 35 years, dressed worse of the infantryman of spites, disarming glasses, face from" Oscar the Supertelegattone" and, to how much it seemed, it was also the man that would have changed the destiny of Gianca and Chicken.
I have tried instantly a strong sense of dismay united to the total disapproval for the ideas of Gianca that, for the occasion and to gratify the sig. Alvaro of gel, was massacred for hair and my black shirt was rubbed also.
Alvaro has been very kind in to present himself/herself/themselves to everybody, it had a clear accent romagnolo and it knew well the place and the owner because, you hardly finish the presentations, the barkeeper turns to telling him «Oh Andrew, marks everything to me, I beg me!»
Until you/he/she has been to the table with us, Alvaro you/he/she is described with serene availability. You/he/she has told to be out eternally a student course of the faculty of medicine and surgery in Bologna; you/he/she has added to have suffered the university career in how much imposes him from his/her/their father (illustrious cardiologist); you/he/she has affirmed to be tired to do the life of the child of dad and to want to invest in his/her own future.
In his to speak was evident as it was strange as I individualize and, also admitting that its declarations were truthful, Alvaro resembled more to a genius, mouse of library,
sociopatico, that to a rich descendant child and nephew of hospital chief physician.
When you/he/she has revealed to have known Gianca on internet I have thought badly.
When you/he/she has specified to have him/it known playing to on-line Risiko I have held back the tears to laugh.
When you/he/she has acknowledged not to appreciate too much the new generation of Japanese fumettisti, I have realized something.
«By the way, at the end it arrives to me the original laser sword of the film, but not as that of Luke... have succeeded in having that of Darth Vader! Then I tell you however!» you/he/she has confided Alvaro to Gianca, as if it knew for a long time it and they were intimate bosom friend of long date.
Then you/he/she has added «Now however we speak of that thing!»
Gianca has invited Alvaro to move himself/herself/themselves on another table, also inviting Chicken and Mark.
Oddly you/he/she is excused with me and David.
«Better not being too many, Mark serves because you/he/she helps me to understand better certain things!» you/he/she has specified before leaving himself/herself/themselves leaving me and the good alone Zinzi on the anonymous any tavolino of cafes to look us incredulous.
There was too much the music tall and too middle people because we could understand what you/they were saying the companions of snacks three distant tables from us. Considering as you/he/she had escaped me three friends on four, I have profited some generosity of Alvaro - Supertelegattone and I am shot three Negronis to I gobble up.
David after a mezz'oretta, in evident Vodka overdose - energy drink, has started to prey smaniare to the nervous tension.
«But do you understand there something?»
«To me they seem all rincoglionitis!»
«What cazzo he will be saying? But then who this fool is? And does thing enter it with Gianca?A thing they serve that sheets on the table? Is it Mark that combines?»
«David, is useless that you ask me explanations. I know how much you! I can agree with only you and to tell you that this whole situation is absurd.»
«Is not that I ask you explanations, is that I want to understand! Immediately don't feel yourself taut in mean!»
«I don't feel me taut in mean! Rather, now that I think it, eccome if I feel me taut in mean! That is we take everything one trip without knowing, that Gianca already has an appointment for his/her cazzis, then ago everything the mysterious and it excludes me completely...»
«It excludes us!»
«Yes, vabbè, excludes us. However at the end it releases us as two fools to this cazzo of insipid tavolino here, without knowing nothing, without apologizing without even not trying to make up for. Beautiful friend of the cazzo!»
«Has asked excuses! Also because if it didn't do him/it I released him a pizza in front of him and to the other fool. Two pizzas to coso there, Arnaldo...»
«Alvaro.»
«How cazzo calls calls! That fool I packaged him/it to him in front of the eyes!»
David was already one irritable of his: from drunk you/he/she was something unbearable. It is not that it really became I win, David was very more dangerous from shiny to want to see, but from tipsy you/he/she became heavy and polemic from fear. It magnified everything, it threatened with doing this and that, to break every thing, to give fists to Guy and kicks to Caio, to be able to capsize the whole peninsula if you/he/she had wanted him. I knew very well that you/he/she would not have moved a finger.
«Even it is a joke» I have said laughing us on.
«Joke a cazzo, I go there!» you/he/she has answered hard, then you/he/she has gotten up of release to reach the posting where they were sat the others.
I have followed by instinct him and we have approached fast there to the tavolino, covered by the too people that stirred, they spoke, they smiled and they gesticulated among them drinking cocktail and eating fruit. Reached the table, has struck by lightning us the smile of Chicken that, placed the blue biro used for signing who knows thing, has exclaimed satisfied «Done! Have ended! Have succeeded! The negotiation is closed!»
Neither me, neither David, has commented. I have simply assisted bewildered and made suspicious to the regards of Alvaro that, paid the account with credit card, you/he/she is quickly defile.
Gianca has grabbed me for an arm and you/he/she has exulted.
«Come! Now you can see him/it!»
And together with Mark and Chicken that dragged David by now drunk, Gianca has conducted us up to two more inside crossroads of the waterfront, until in front of a shop with the lowered shutters.
Arrivals has shouted «Questacazzodiputtanalamiseriadiserrandaènostra! Everything is ours! We have the shop!» for then to embrace Chicken and Mark, rejoicing at least how much that famous evening of July 9 th 2006.
David and I looked incredulous.
A few minutes that you/they calmed down have attended and it has taken different attempts to soothe the three overwhelming enthusiasm that they jumped, the braccias were thrown to the neck, they shouted and they improvised unlikely choirs from stadium. At the end I have tried to definitely understand thing had happened.
Gianca was too excited, it smoked, it trembled, he/she didn't succeed in explaining what practically you/they had combined; Chicken was an incomprehensible individual in a normal context, to imagine at that time himself/herself/themselves; the only possible interlocutor was Mark.
«Tell me that I have understood badly!»
«Boh, doesn't know him/it what you have understood, there is not a lot however to discuss: Gianca, Chicken and their friend Alvaros are the future owners of Fantasy world!»
I/you/they have remained of ice, completely disorientated.
You/he/she has been again as to grow in a second, as had happened when Mark had given the news of his/her imminent paternity, as you/he/she was riaccaduto with David that confided me to depart for Australia, only that, this time, to the amazement derived by the unexpected announcement a slow but increasing hot tempered incomprehension you/he/she is added.
I could not believe us.
I have listened to Mark to tell the whole history of Gianca that had known Alvaro on internet. In the months, frequenting himself/herself/itself, you/they were found again in the passion for the world fantasy. Mark has defined Alvaro" a dissatisfied well-off youth but determined", I don't know on what bases. It is sure what one afternoon of the month of July just passed the presumed well-off dissatisfied had proposed to Gianca to enter a project that he/she had been brooding for years: to open a shop to theme fantasy. Gianca had talked for a long time to Mark of it before deciding him. For the matters as these, Mark represented the good one (and the only one) analyst that we knew, the solo able to give a serious and reasonable opinion. The same Mark had found the conditions of excellent Alvaro, also doubting some fact that a person was prepared to surrender so much to a stranger. Gianca, to the doubtfulness of Mark, you/he/she had answered sustaining how much, in effects, Alvaro was everything anything else other than a stranger. Sure that the common passions and the same objectives were an enough adhesive to justify the proposal, for direct Gianca had not hesitated to propose to also insert Chicken in the bargain and Alvaro, without not even knowing him/it, you/he/she had accepted.
To the table of that cafes, Gianca, Chicken and Alvaro you/they had signed under the vigilant eye of Mark the constitution of the society Fantasy world S.R.L. In the document, Alvaro hocked him to entirely sustain the expenses of lease of the point sale and to participate for a quota of 1/3 in the purchase of everything how much, I furnish inclusive. Gianca and Chicken, besides investing besides the quite a lot money of their quota, of the direct management of the activity you/they would be occupied working in the shop, considered the impossibility of Alvaro because of bogs him university career.
«What to say?» I have exclaimed bewildered turning to Mark, that had finished the notification.
«What you say?» curious Chicken has a
sked me to understand as I thought her/it.
«I say that you are really of the coglionis!» I have answered lifting the voice.
I could not support anything of that that had done.
«Now I want that attentively follow me! This is the biggest cazzata that have ever seen you do! Indeed I cannot conceive that also you Mark has encouraged a similar suicide. Have you made to also wrap you? Or were you too taken with your matters to be really honest with these two idiots?»
«But because it excuses?» you/he/she has asked Chicken in front of the guiltless eyes of Mark, that it didn't understand. Gianca seemed he/she didn't even want to know my point of view.
«Indeed you believe that in the life can be lived selling figurines of magicians and elves? No, but do you realize the money that you us will take for this cazzata? And the job? And your families? You release everything to go to sell... what cazzo would you sell then? What cazzo does he/she sell him in a shop fantasy? To Cesenatico then I say! For three months in summer even someone buys you her your trifles and the rest of the year? To doctor Alvaro, done admit that that goat becomes never it, he cares cazzo of it? Does it have the full belly, does thing have to lose? Certain people can afford to fall because always falls standing! But you? Jump without even not having the legs! And if it were even a fraud? People don't give anything! Only the idiots how you you/they could fall in a trap of the kind!»
I was furious and indeed I thought all those things.
I was angry with Chicken to be so stupid to be believed in the fables and not to have a minimum of critical sense, with Gianca to so obtusely be convinced of his/her own initiatives and to have involved Chicken but sopratutto I was furious and disappointed by Mark, that had not stopped them and rather you/he/she had been accomplice of it.
Gianca has tried not to be upset himself/herself/themselves, but he/she was seen that you/he/she had shaken.
«Cesenatico everything, has also a good number of inhabitants in winter and in the whole coast a kind of shop what we will open us doesn't exist. Then I can accept, that you don't appreciate the culture fantasy, but ours won't be neither a shop of figurines neither of trifles. We have the possibility to create a bookstore to theme and we will offer a range of unique opportunity in the zone: that cannot be found comic strips, raced of modelling recreational activity. The spaces are there, pure ideas, are able everything! We have what serves!»
«No beautiful my! Don't have a cazzo! You have the illusion of this cazzo of white shutter and a deprived writing, that among parenthesis a saw is not worth, of an idiot spoiled that it will probably rub you the few money that you have saved in all of your years of job!»
«Tomorrow morning they stipulate from the notary, Paul, stop her/it!» you/he/she has stopped me decided Mark.
«Of Sunday? And who would be this notary that receives of Domenica?» I have beaten prickly.
«It is a friend of the father of Alvaro and it has the hurry to receive us of Sunday!» you/he/she has specified Gianca
«Yes, as no! Now the notaries have hurry for you. Who knows that beautiful fake notary. Chicken, if that tells that it is notary, you day that you are engineer, believes certainly you!» I have continued disrespectful.
«I have checked the recording to the bulletin-board. Paul please end her/it.» you/he/she has abruptly said Mark.
«Paul I knew him/it that you would not have understood but, excuse if I tell you him, I am not able it stuffed nothing. By now it is definite and it doesn't count if you agree or less. It would be beautiful if I were happy for us, but we cannot force you» you/he/she has concluded Chicken.
«Correct!» you/he/she has added angry Gianca.
David, after the initial perplexity, you/he/she has slipped in the enthusiasm and you/he/she has exclaimed excited «I am happy indeed, cazzo!» Then, to put on in equal, you/he/she has disclosed the matter of Australia.
You/he/she has told everything with greater details in comparison to when you/he/she had anticipated him/it to me. You/he/she has explained some necessity to leave again with a new existence, spoken of the phone call that had received from the multinational that you/he/she had recruited him/it, described the amazement, then the fear, then the uncertainty, finally the steadiness in to accept a so meaningful change of horizons.
«And do you tell us him this way?» amazed Mark has exclaimed once ended the story.
«Would have liked to tell you him before! Precisely I was him/it to you to communicate an evening of June to the Wine cellar, but then a friend that has confided me to wait for a child and I/you/they has remained without words has arrived» you/he/she has beaten David laughing.
General incredulity has lasted only few second, swept by the voice of Chicken that has howled excited «Then all to supper and then to cause trouble! It is cazzo, for once I pay everything self!»
Before we moved there to the time of the restaurant I have stared at Gianca in the eyes. I have had the impression that scrutinized exactly me, it seemed that he/she read me. I have understood that to Gianca they were clear all how much my more hidden fears and, spiazzato, has not opened mouth anymore.
The restaurant was the usual one, ours of trust, that next to the I bring.
We had booked him with advance, because for a long time to go to Cesenatico meant to go to eat the fish in that restaurant. Altogether it was some dear, but the punishment was worth it indeed. The idea that the account Chicken paid then entirely it, it impressed me and it played me historical at least how much the fall of the wall in Berlin or the unloading on the Moon.
We have ordered the menù complete and different carafes of cold white wine. To see us there, was able not to also seem that the whole uproar had happened. Mark joked and laughed remembering the time when Gianca was fallen with the scooter on a cacca of dog; David has told dettagliatamente of when you/he/she was about to burn him completely the hands with the acetylene welding torch; Chicken has admitted to have masturbated after having seen the thighs of one that it went down from the car, while it was turning pacific in moped. I laughed, I spoke, I pricked joky David because he/she didn't know a cigarette butt of English and you/he/she had decided to live in Australia, I mocked playful Chicken and Gianca that deluded him to live selling statuettes. In general I pretended not to reflect on, how much, in the turn of few months, my life was irremediably transformed.
Between a wisecrack and the other, you end the linguines to the veracious clams, I/you/they are gone out to smoke: only.
I needed my loneliness, I heard the necessity to have to realize with calm. Unfortunately I was not me in one of the sanctuaries, where I sheltered me racing and even in the comfort separation of my small apartment. A lot of people walked to rapid footsteps in the street in front of the restaurant and seemed they had a whole non justified hurry, automatic; you/he/she seemed they had a whole certain destination and the thing you/he/she rather disturbed me.
Chicken has reached me after few second.
«From the, give me a cigarette!»
«Here it is! It seemed me strange!»
«On, not to break the coglionis that I also pay the supper!»
«Yes in fact, this is the most absurd of the whole vacation!» And I have passed him the packet.
Chicken has unthread the cigarette with slowness, you/he/she has turned on her, you/he/she has longly inhaled and you/he/she has said:
«I am sorry Paul! Seriously!»
«All it takes is speaking of it. So much doesn't serve to anything. And then you have been sorry of thing? You have not made at all me a blame!»
«I would have liked to prepare you. I would have liked to involve you, but Gianca feared that it was a glare and you/he/she has not wanted to compromise himself/herself/themselves. You know that it hates to be criticized. Then your judgment would have massacred him, it was afraid to lose the enthusiasm.»
«And from when it is that to Gianca they interest the judgments?»
«They interest him, eccomes
interest him! Particularly yours!»
«Ah yes? But how much surprises in five days, from the Manus please...»
«Not to call me Manu cazzo!»
«Ok, but you not to say cazzate!»
«Instead I am sure that you know how much Gianca fears you!»
«You say that it fears me? In that sense?»
«I am sure of it! Gianca fears because he/she loves you. In the sense, because it knows you and he/she knows that also being complicated you are one who thinks continuosly about on the things. You are one who he doesn't allow to transport from the mass and sopratutto you are one who is spent for the one whom loves.»
«And does it fear me for this?»
«That is it is not that it fears you...»
«Chicken, certain times to understand what intend to say is binding indeed! Do you think that they sell him/it a dictionary Chicken. Italian / Italian - Chicken?»
«Vabbè, from the, in short you have understood what I wanted to say.»
«Perhaps, but if indeed he/she thinks her/it so he mistakes. Me sovrastima.»
«He doesn't mistake. I also think her me so!»
While Chicken offered me beautiful considerations, Gianca you/he/she has reached us punctual.
«As it is paranoia? Is you/he/she passed you?»
«Also you Gian, cries her/it an instant! I am already there me that I am trying to make to understand him» Chicken has admonished him/it.
«But yes, he/she knows him/it that joke, knows that I do so to prick him/it and that in reality I care for him as a brother!» you/he/she has corrected Gianca.
I still had numerous practical doubts on the choice that you/they had done, but more than everything I began to perceive the oppression to have remained back. I have recognized attends him, the inactivity, that that so much frightened me, infected me. At that time I believe, that I would have accepted to do any cazzatas if at least you/they had proposed me him. I would have been able to decide to launch me in whatever enterprise, to throw away everything, every thing, also not to feel I stay me. I would have been wrong.
«To make to understand me? Boys, but also you, are not that it conducts him with success an activity from one day to the other!» I have started over complaining bothered by the position of minority that I attributed me.
«You forget that me already job in a shop. I know how to sell!»
«Chicken, porca puttana, sells spigole and orate!»
«True! However I know her to sell!» you/he/she has beaten.
I have stoppato Chicken and his/her safety saying «is useless to talk to you two, are too dull! I hope not to see to fail you, but I have so many, too perplexities.»
To that point however, Gianca has pronounced the sentence that has definitely loosened my uncertainties. You/he/she has come out with one of the most exact things that has ever felt him say.
«You are perhaps right. We will perhaps fail and we will put again there some money, the job, the relationships. But for the rest? What do we have to lose?»
«What you have said. Don't seem me few to lose!»
«Paul, is marionettes, only marionettes. They care in chessman with this history of the crisis and with packages of rules that are worth only for us. They continually threaten us to care good, to care tame. Every day I go to burn me the bellows in that cazzos of establishment, they say that we are protected, that the safety on the job is guaranteed. They also told him/it for those that they have gotten sick and they are dead. The throat that burns for the acids of chlorine I feel her/it me however! Me it has taken twelve years to put away the enough money to be able to move me twelve years of poverty. I have not even changed that cazzo of car that is together with the spit. I want to try. Chicken has the liquidation of the pescheria and something will lend him/it to him his. After all, to wait that someone deigns him to grant to work you that so much to be able to live it is absurd. My family, mine and also those of Chicken were sceptic, they will be now still it, but you/they have understood that we are not throwing without criterion. You won't believe it but my father has supported even me. The friends then, beh Paul, if a person is you you/he/she befriends himself/herself/themselves faithful of you and she esteems yourself for what you are. The hours you/he/she can pass to insult you and to enjoy of your mortifications, but a friend esteems yourself. A reasonable doubt I grant him/it to you, to know that a dull idiot considers me less. I don't ask you to agree with me, I ask you to be I befriend me.»
For once I have not even had to think and qual'era has remembered the motive that had held together us so many years.
«I don't believe that you are an idiot and I are your friend!»
«I know him/it!» you/he/she has said Gianca with Chicken reconciled to his/her shoulders.
We have reentered in the restaurant.
The rest of the evening has not been memorable. Gianca and Chicken had to wake up soon him and to present himself/herself/themselves from the notary. Mark had promised to follow them and you/he/she pressed because we reentered to a decent schedule. You felt in duty to sleep enough once for the day to be shiny and reliable later. Mark wanted to give a real help, concrete. David, from his/her song, you/he/she had digested the energy position drink and practically he/she staggered for the sleep.
I play strength, at 2.00 o'clock we were industriously inserted in the uncomfortable bunks of our blue camper, united by the need of rest that such an exceptional day had dictated.
Me however I didn't succeed in closing eye.
It was obvious that I didn't succeed in sleeping, too much to think, and to believe to take sleep to light cuor after an evening as that was a chimera.
Don't succeed in falling asleep, when happens, it is accursedly always enervating. That evening in the camper, I would have liked to ask suggestion to Mr. Mario, to talk to Alice; even The would have accepted an opinion of my father. It was not possible, I was alone. I have longly thought continuosly about on the to make himself/herself/themselves, but without knowledge, so, to empty. When I have realized that all had drowsed I have imposed to sleep. Worse that worse.
I was repeated me in head «Now I fall asleep me... I do him/it... I have to do him/it... I have to sleep... there is tomorrow to get up soon... I remain rincoglionito the whole day if I don't sleep. Now Cazzo is enough... I sleep... I sleep... I sleep!»
Inevitably I was awake and the thing mostly fed the feeling to have available less and less time to succeed in resting, as a vicious circle to which I didn't know (not even to say him/it) to find a practical solution.
Moreover to that oppressive entanglement of thoughts overlaps were added to a little frightening dir. The lawyer's practice Black you/he/she had been authenticated? Had I closed the shutters with the lock anti-intrusion? When I had to bring the car to make the revision? Was Shirly Temple still long live or no?
I have gotten up definite to go out. Losing time with a cigarette would perhaps have lulled me, but in to move me in the infamous spaces of the wheels trap I have bumped the bed of Mark. He wakes up fifty-fifty and you/he/she has chewed «What you do?»
«I am not sleepy, I go to smoke, I immediately return» I have answered and he is as fainted tracing the head on the pillow.
The cigarette I have turned on her as soon as out of the camper, without not even going out of our platform, but after two mouthfuls of smoke I have taken to walk and shortly I/you/they have reached the waterfront.
Nothing was not seen by the entry of the baths. The sea, over I lay down her and the ombrellonis, were an indefinite black stain. Lights distant of fishing-boats to the horizon, null'altro. To the 3.00 of the morning, end August, even if it is Saturday evening you don't almost find anybody on the waterfront of Cesenatico. I have not pushed inside the beach, it didn't have then sense put there me to look at the dark water go and to come with patience. It was enough for me to be alone, and only I was.
Few second after being stops me have felt some light footsteps reach my sh
oulders.
«Eccoti! I imagined to find to meditate you.»
Mark had employed few minutes to get up and to reach me.
«Excuse, but if you know that they are to meditate here because you have come? You know that I don't need the psychological assistant. Sometimes it is necessary to be alone.»
I didn't want to be discourteous with Mark, it didn't bother me that you/he/she had reached me, simply it postponed that that a good therapy of the sleep and the soul considered: the loneliness.
«I/you/they have not come for helping to reflect you, I know that you don't need it. I/you/they have come to meditate with you. You/he/she has been a binding day for everybody, not to believe.»
«I know him/it. That two crazy person, unbelievable. What do you say of it, will they make her/it or will they make him pluck?»
«And who knows him/it! The conditions that you/he/she has proposed him are advantageous to an incomprehensible level.»
«Note!»
«Paul, will sign some actions with legal value. Also to me it seemed unbelievable, but the world is full of strange people and prepared to incomprehensible gestures. Substantially then, if Gianca is so sure to know this Alvaro, I trust him.»
«You/he/she can be. Of however one that orders laser swords in America is not of sure everything to place!»
«Eheheh, in effects!»
«And David?»
«David is too much hard to make himself/herself/themselves demolish from something. They are absolutely with him for that that the choice concerns that has done. It was inevitable. Worry me because with the grim that has is easy that settle whole Australia to the New Zelanda! David is I toast, if you/he/she will get by to the great one and in every case, if you/he/she also had to release, you/he/she would never admit to have committed an error departing.»
«You know a thing?»
«Thing?»
«Lately it often happened me to reason too much on the things, and in one of my reasonings I thought to how much certain lives races for inactivity without giving signals holding you passive on board field. Before departing Chiara and I there we are left, then Mario is dead, you get married you, the other ones are dispersed distant. It seems a spite of the life!»
«Lately reasons on the things? You for a long time reasons a lot on the things!»
«Too much!»
«But you know Paul, I have never told you him, but I don't believe that I/you/he/she am too much. That is I don't believe, that there am too much a few or a to look at himself/herself/themselves inside. You are done so and you have to accept you for what you are. Of accord, if for everything that to reason stops living and you makes yourself escape the years before I tell you that I/you/he/she think too much and sopratutto badly, but I don't believe both your case and however yours is a best condition that to be an accustomed mediocre idiot and stupid. No?»
«Certain times I have the feeling to lose me in the reflections and not to know how to look for a more convincing road. I feel me a stupid and inadequate idiot! Also now that everything changes, is a thing that suffer! The nth situation in which I/you/they am a subject that reacts not a subject that acts. Don't know how much me ago incazzare to suffer the circumstances! I have the impression to go on for inactivity. Sometimes understands some upsurge of excite, but then he reenters in the routine! The beautiful one is that then I do me the paranoias on these things! Boh... even it is so and I should simply accept him/it. Probably it is true that in a life the days that count are at the most an about twenty and that the other ones make only volume.»
«I don't believe. I believe that the pages that count in a life one if can write her with his/her own strengths and in number corresponding to the wish that has to write her. There are people that live brief life but they condense their pages of absolute sense. You pick up Alexander Magno. Few years and you/he/she has conquered the widest empire of the ancient history!»
«Yes, vabbè, thing means...»
«Jesus where you put him/it? In trentatré years how much you/he/she has made to speak of itself?»
«But if you/he/she has not not even existed!»
«Yes that you/he/she has existed!»
«Then take Freddie! Less eclatante but more next to us. You/he/she has made a lot of grandiose things in few years. Has written pages and important pages in his/her life and moreover has left an indelible trace of itself! If had lived more only! Anything else other than winds pages!»
«I have understood but that was an artist!»
«What it enters it? A crumb has to aspire to make the history. I speak of them because I am known life, in a certain sense exemplary. It is not that we have to be all heroes. I say only that a man has to focus himself/herself/themselves to channel the efforts in the construction of his/her own dreams. Each his! Way of living a dream is the good way to fill the life of important pages, because every page represents a wedge of the run that brings yourself toward the objective. At least, I think her/it this way! Speaking of pages, has Hut, begun him this blessed novel or no?»
«I have to wait for to have a good history!»
«Then you see that you are you to want to wait!»
«It is not so easy, it owes a good history to come to mind!»
«Tells this of history! A bad history doesn't seem me!»
«Yes, the usual autobiographic romanzetto to be let to relatives and friends to read...»
«And if also pits, that badly there would be? Would have done something however that for a long time felt inside! Use her/it this history, use to put us to her inside all the considerations that cross you in head! Once written even it will serve to someone or it will serve only perhaps to you to have written her/it or it won't perhaps help anybody; in every case, you would have fixed something to disposition of others, you would have created something. Does it seem you few?»
«Boh, perhaps among a few years, with calm, I will begin something that I will bring at the end!»
«Among a few years you would be able not to have the time anymore, the enthusiasm, the strength to do him/it. Fault now! After all what do you have to lose?»
«Also you with the philosophy of which there is to lose? Feel even more me stupid of what feel me! And to realize to be deludes me and to have thrown other time! Here thing I have to lose!»
«And then? But do you stop her/it taking so seriously you? It looks that you are void for the cosmos, you can also afford to risk or to fail.»
«Not to put to make you the Buddhist santone!»
«I am not making the Buddhist santone. Am saying only that the main point is to try! Without too precautions if not the necessary, because so much if you fail or less, if you live or you allow yourself to live," any way the wind blows"!.»
«Thing?»
«Any way the wind blows! However the wind blows! He/she wants to say that for how much we distress there some things, the life it goes on. Also without us. So much is worth to take less seriously him and to try to follow his/her own vocation: that is a novel, a child, a job. It doesn't import what both, each feels his. It is the final sentence of Bohemian Rapsody. Mythical Freddie Mercury!»
«And that balls with I am Freddie Mercury! Are doing me him to hate! Be all right, is all right, cazzo goes, well when return I try there! I will try to do instead of thinking whether to do! Otherwise, Any way the wind blows. and The ams bitter cazzi!»
«I diminish! Look that I expect me to read soon your fregnacces! Now that everything is definite however, that do? Bed?»
«Mmm... awarded by the!»
I Mark as usual you/he/she had found the correct key to give back to me the ability to feel well me and, returned to the camping, I have fallen asleep after few minutes without any effort.
The following morning Gianca and Chicken have acquitted all of their bureaucratic appointments and Mark you/he/she has made to understand to be very confident indeed on the two future.
I have slept up to the 9.00; as soon as awak
e I have started having breakfast out of the camper. The three has reentered to that time.
David prestissimo woke up for going to race in the beach and to breathe the pure and rich air of iodine of the sea. To my awakening, you/he/she had already washed after the run and it smoked blessed to full bellows. What a beast.
I have stared at Gianca to see if it were able of to read me in face the serenity of that moment and not only the fears of the moments no.
He has exclaimed:
«Cazzo looks me I diminish! Move you that we have to go!»
«To go where?»
«To Lignano!»
«Now? But we have not eaten yet!»
«Chissenefrega! Move you, you don't starve!»
«But because so much hurry?»
«Because you/they are waiting us!»
«But who?»
«It doesn't care, move you!»
I have looked for in the others an explanation to that whole hurry. Nobody knew nothing.
Chicken has added:
«Has come out with is what that owe to be soon to Lignano because they wait us! He/she doesn't want to disclose other, you know how you/he/she is done.»
«Anchors with these unforeseen event, but enough! I crack there with you! Don't peck at me more for a whole vacation!»
«And who cazzo wants you in another vacation! Move you!» you/he/she has observed with gentleness Gianca.
«Always a love you, eh?» I have answered him. He has blown a bacetto toward me.
This way, again on the thorns, spiazzati from the chain of the novelties and with the stomach void, leaves again always too much for the last one it covers some trip to the bachelorhood: Lignano Sabbiadoro.