5. Lignano Sabbiadoro.
The trip was inevitably next to its conclusion, but in the move toward Lignano they didn't prevail the feelings of anxiety from return or the bad moods background run, rather the cabin of that accursed wheels furnace, the box of that approximate mean, was full of found again serenity, songs cantatas together, sharing of intents and perspectives, bottles of beer to the last sip: friendship.
Friendship. A word less and less defined and too often misused.
"In unstable balance among mine I would like I don't feel that foolish desire of equilibrium anymore... You don't feel that I tremble while song... It is the sign in one summer that I would like it was able to never end"
I have spent the whole move from the Emilia to the Friuli giving me to the crazy joy with the autoradio, by now family. I tried to season the atmosphere with the most proper pieces and to succeed kept us on frantically changing the traces. Once found that correct, I didn't have the patience to leave to finish her/it and I truncated the songs looking for new pushes other musical rushes.
You/he/she has been really on the refrain of" Summer" of the Negroamaros that Gianca has scolded as usual me.
«This leave her/it that now have really broken the coglionis! Badly that we lose there sight, I don't bear you more!»
«I also love you me, big baby!» I have answered allowing to flow the song.
Friendship.
I don't believe there is staircases of value to measure her/it, to be able to say how much appagante is, authentic, lasting. It would be comfortable to understand, to quantify, to weigh the relationships and to reciprocate them in way paritaria. A meter, a staircase, a measure of something to understand how much it is worth: from 1 to 3 good knowledge, 3-5 affinities, 5-7 light friendship, 7-9 good friendship, over 10 total tuning, love.
Truth is that in that blue campers, with the sweat that bathed neck and back, there was no need of anybody measure to understand how much fortunate had been, as for our way there were beloved.
"When you grow you realize you that you are alone, anything else other than friends, not to believe the moment that each will look at his/her own affairs, will arrive." It was one of the mottos more gettonates that it used my mother to oppose me. It used her because I avoided to tie too much me to the friends losing sight the personal objectives. I am sure that it told him/it with good intentions, with love of mother. It did him/it because he/she knew that when you lace the soul to that of another person or to other people, you create indissoluble connections, you become with other subjects and the dependence interdependent you/he/she can produce pain.
Me my indissoluble connections I had created her however and I was happy not to have listened to that warning. Also now that each would have taken a strange different, I didn't see selfish choices or exclusive care of personal affairs in the dynamics that would physically have gotten further us. I saw only men: my friends and I in front of handed by to open, each with his/her handle in hand, every strong of the energy that had united us before meeting solitary entries.
Friendship.
We were together everybody from the maternal school and we were never released there. We had not done him/it for a woman, not to follow proper affairs, not for the different social and family conditions that we had awry. We had succeeded to remain a compact group and at the same heterogeneous time for every year of the adolescence. A true rarity, a thing of which to be able to be fierce.
Fierce to be friends because, to be friends, is not a cinch.
Behind ours of friendship, there were all the works to mitigate divergent humors, to unite objective at times opposite, sorvolare on discourtesies and blames, to forget grudges, to abdicate revenges and spites or simply to accept to be distant on some points, even adversaries on others.
I have put a lot of more energy in to build that relationship, that friendship, that in every other relationship interwoven in my life, sentimental or family that was. In a certain sense I could say that that of us five pits a real family, or better, a clan with own rules and personal inside dynamics.
Also there, in the trip, by now known that the destiny brought us distant, I was absolutely some that we would have carved in the time moments to return to the" Wine cellar" to tell us as the things they went, to take around us merciless, to complain us for the course of a project, of a team of kick, of a loving relationship.
We would always have had our basin of friendship in which to support us, one on the other, were convinced of it and I are today still it.
«Oh but want to wake up you! Porca puttana, but possible that you impalli worse that a dvd pirate! Do you pass her/it to me cazzo of beer it is or no?» you/he/she has howled Gianca after having asked me more than once to withdraw him a beer from the refrigerator.
I was again me lost in a mental trip. This time however it was a positive thought, a deprived analysis of melancholy or resentment a more satisfactory budget of affections. You/he/she is seemed me to improve, to be able to also throw out some good consideration from my mental trips.
«Vaffanculo coglione! Thrust her/it in culo the beer! It is less badly that we are not relatives... anything else other than family!» I have answered to Gianca passing him the nth cold beer and toasting with him how incredulous it didn't understand (justly) thing I/you had chattered.
Lignano Sabbiadoro: the last one covers.
Lignano as town it doesn't differ then very from the places of the coast romagnola.
I am there however substantial differences: the sand of the beach chilometrica is darker and thinner, dusty; the sea is marshy however but slightly more cold and clear; if to Rimini it is easy that on six days of vacation you happen you to take once water, to Lignano surely at least two days on six it will be ugly time.
To say him/it misses I there was the sun to Lignano of Sunday.
To the departure of our trip we had arranged to also take the following Monday to the return as day of vacations. We had done him/it because we knew that we would have been able to distribute badly the times inside the trip and to arrive long on the end. In every case then, even if we had succeeded in reentering for time, of Sunday evening, every would have had available one whole day to recover himself/herself/themselves: the day damper.
Yet to the one of the afternoon, when there was not any motive to be in a hurry, Gianca uneasy smaniava and while David quietly directed the mean for the too rotundas of the place friulana, he kept on giving impositions become impatient on the run by to hold.
«Of there... no, it turns here rather,... the first one to the right... no, the second... you give it accelerates... cazzo, surpass him/it that!»
Obviously David was about to change when has sbottato «Oh Gianca, vaffanculo! Guide you and we go where cazzo you want!» But Gianca has responded serene «it doesn't serve, we have arrived, here it is!», enacting the end of the trip of connection.
I have looked at the insignias of the present exercises in the stradina inside the town: I tried to understand where our old wise man wanted to bring us. In front of us, in that street hand there was out only three shops: a laundromat to tokens managed by Chinese; a retail sale of food for dogs and articles for pets denominated with scarce imagination" You den of the wolf"; a smaller shop with an only dark showcase and an insignia to neon above with writing" Lello Tatoo." You/he/she has not been difficult to understand where we were destined.
«You are crazy if you believe indeed that I make me touch from one that I even know!» I have just mumbled gone down by the camper.
«By now it is a life that we say that sooner or later we would have done him, the moment has arrived!» you/he/she has replied easy-going Gianca.
Thinks of her of it stuffed a tattoo together we had had her when we were not even adults. It is true, it was a thing some cretina to make himself/herself/themselves the whole same tattoo, a thing that is all right to eighteen, but there were jurors that sooner or later we would have done him and it was my turn to hold faith to that oath. <
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«But excuse, here? And who knows him/it this? » you/he/she has asked pacific Mark.
«Me! Be a friend! Have booked him the session two months ago because doesn't work on Sundays! Moreover has had to call two colleagues of his to tattoo us all and five in time! Not worried you however, they are good, has guaranteed him to me! The only thing is that owe us to move to decide the sketch! Have given by and large him some indications on what is the theme, has said that prepared us some squirt, but owe all to be sure on thing want! On we enter!»
«But is it possible that you have everywhere friends? And this where you would have known him? By internet obviously, eh? Risiko on line? Monopolies online? Diviner who virtual?» I have asked him ironic.
«Simply in chat!» you/he/she has answered candid.
Gianca passed so so much connected time online that it knew people in every city of Italy.
Then the beautiful one is that it was convinced to know indeed her, to be in good relationships, to establish truthful bonds. Everything without anybody base of comparison, for the most part without not even knowing that I/you/he/she do it had the friend of turn aldilà of the screen.
«But you spice yourself! With the cazzo that enter from that to make to puncture me without a guarantee! Even doesn't even know how to draw, even makes us peck at the hepatitis or the Aids! No, no, you don't rub me beautiful my!»
«But what hepatitis or Aids! Its jobs have all five stellettes in the forums! And then it is clean, it would result in the critiques if it were him/it!»
«You are crazy!»
«We do so, to the traditional way... to the votes! Favorable?»
All, Mark, has expressed even their consent.
I have not been able to leastly oppose me. I have puffed. «What cazzata.» And we have entered the shop.
The three tatuatoris waited for our arrival smeared on a divanetto of cloth verdino, sipping red wine, spiluccando from a big pouch of the french fries to the paprika and watching a movie of Verdone transmitted by an old tv to cathode pipe. Crossed the threshold, I expected me they received us three rolled full of piercing and tribal sketches. Nothing of all this. Only one of the three vaguely had an aspect out of the ordinary one because of a red lock of hair in head and a writing engraved on the left hand": Diesel."
Seeing us enter one of the three has gotten up and has exclaimed «Gianca! It was now!»
What spoke was Lello the owner of the shop. The three is almost introduced gracefully however formal.
«To like Lello...»
«To like Plug...»
«To like Diesel...»
I have held back the tears. Not us n'era one with a normal name, and if also Lello could be for Antonello or Marcello or Gabriello, Plug thing meant? Diesel that meant it had?
Lello has velocizzato the what is suitable saying that it was late and that it needed that we hurried there to choose the sketch, that needed to depart in hurry with the job. Then you/he/she has ignited a reed of long Marijuana as a pocket umbrella and you/he/she has exposed us his/her ideas.
It hallucinated me to think that you/he/she would have tattooed us one who he was smoking all that stuff, but he was impassive, as if you/he/she was not smoking a drug, as him same drinking a" Crodino."
You/he/she has not been to decide effortless, sopratutto for me and Mark that were the only two not to have tattoos. Personally I have always considered the tattoos a superfluous ornament and too much definitive. It made me laugh then who tattooed absurd things: I imagined the moment in which is be regretted having an elf on the calf, a tribal on the back, a carp on the arm. Even I knew one who was made to write" Sabrina" on the neck, the name of the future wife. The idiot in matter, to be made to be branded, had gathered two months later the sweet Sabrina in car with a friend to make himself/herself/themselves stamp on the seats of behind. That tattoo I set you/he/she would have remembered forever him that kind of zoccola was about to marry himself/herself/themselves.
The catalog of drafts of ledger Lello contained manifold proposals: a writing in Aramaic that to his he/she dictates it recited" united forever", a Celtic rune simboleggiante the friendship, a stylized pentacolo, a tribal hand with the five fingers well opened, five look for connected too much some similar to the Olympic coat of arms. To put on of accord was not easy. We voted the ideas with the usual system, but it seemed impossible to reach the majority. Seeing that the discussion was destined to strand I have believed to have her/it sfangata. Then however Mark has proposed
«Thing is that you/he/she has held together us for so much time?»
«The friendship!» David has answered.
«The sfiga!» Chicken.
«The beer» Gianca.
«This is the point. Cannot be defined what has been! My idea was already in the question. Tender together, to tie. Among us there will be always a bond no? Let's tattoo us a knot!»
«Five knots!» I have suggested.
«Five united knots in a knot!» you/he/she has repeated convinced Lello.
This way we have decided that all nient'altros that that bond there will be tattooed that had held together us and to Lignano Sabbiadoro, in a Sunday of end summer that decreed the term of the trip to the bachelorhood, there are tattooed five united knots in a knot.
With three tatuatoris for five sketches, we have had to establish an order of access. Once ended with the first sketch, the free tatuatore would have shouldered the remainder.
We have begun with these joinings: Gianca - Lello / David - Plug / Me - Diesel.
I have insisted for immediately beginning and to do him/it really with Diesel because to submit me first to the treatment would have freed more quickly me. By the tooth, by the pain. Diesel then I had had a preference for him for the writing on the hand. It was well realized, draws definite, appropriate tones. I have drawn only after the writing could not be the enterprise of my operator, it was on the left hand and him it was left-handed.
Lello has opened some envelopes verdine containing sterilized tools. You/he/she has done him as him same opening another pouch of fried potatoes, then you/he/she has prepared the postings of job and the operation it is initiated.
I have felt the needle puncture me the skin on the right arm. I cannot say that it was pain what I have tried, rather I would call him/it itch, annoying itch.
During the tattoo Lello has turned on another reed, this less long time, then you/he/she has asked everybody if we wanted to smoke, but at the end you/he/she has consumed her in solitary. I imagined me as you/he/she could develop such a delicate job after having smoked as a rasta. How did it do to trace sure lines? How could you/he/she be accurate? I have imagined that that on the arm of Gianca would have been a scribble, but while I was thinking this Lello you/he/she has passed a cloth on the skin of my friend to collide with the outgoing blood and you/he/she has exclaimed satisfied «Done, ended, beautiful!»
Now, apart that Gianca you didn't even see him/it beautiful if you smoked your whole Holland, Lello you/he/she had developed indeed a good job. Before we began, the three tatuatoris had studied a particular sketch, a stylized knot, eccentric. I knew that they existed professionals of the tatoo that didn't develop any job, but they made an alone sketch if he liked. Some like the hairdresser gay of my mother that cut only her hair in the way that soddisfaceva him. The three was not available to simply employ their time to stamp five knots on the skin of as many idiots and for this motive you/they had created a draft that revisited with a precise style our application. The thing had convinced us and on the base of that sketch I have appraised the job of Lello a good execution.
Five minutes later Lello, Plug has finished with David.
Also Plug had completed an excellent creation and David you/he/she has thanked him satisfied.
«Thanks Plug! You have been a magician!»
Have I asked curious «But is Plug for thing?»
You/he/she has answered me «For the cuts!»
And after hav
ing felt that Plug made sketches engraving the meat of his/her own clients, I/you/they have been silent and I have swallowed feeling a shiver cross me the testicles.
Later then I have understood, because Diesel it called this way.
Lello had also ended with Mark, Plug with Chicken, yet I was still under the humming needle of my operator and, although I kept on not feeling a specific pain, I was frankly exhausted.
«It employs us a life but it is a phenomenon!» you/he/she has specified Lello to reassure me after having realized my impatience. Then Diesel has puffed «Voilà, the gentleman has served! I have put there some, but it is my line!»
The arm I have looked, I had a tattoo. Diesel you/he/she had been able to make almost it bright and even if the five sketches were substantially identical, mine had something in more, a magic touch.
Mark has asked to Lello how much we owed him, he has responded to already have been paid from Gianca with a credit transfer and you/he/she has ignited a wide reed as a porky.
We have greeted the three artists of the skin and we are gone out for taking back the camper.
Have told Gianca «Indeed didn't owe! A beautiful figure will be cost you!»
Has he responded «And who cazzo has said that I pay everything self? Have anticipated only, now give back to me the money! Each pays his/her quota, I am not at all Dad Christmas me!»
But have not done in time to allibirmi that has corrected «I Joke coglione! A gift in this whole time I had never done you him. Peck at you the tattoo!» And we are gone up again on the mean thanking him/it.
In the shop of Lello I had lost knowledge of the time and indeed I had not realized that we had employed more than five hours to trace us a sketch on the skin.
According to the classical tradition of the place, the sky had clouded and it annoyingly threw a cold air. Mark has considered that to leave again without passing from the sea would have been an unforgivable crime. We have conducted therefore the camper up to the term of the waterfront and we have parked him in front of a camping.
There are direct afoot toward the beach and, walking, we didn't have the air of the happy-go-lucky tourists, but not even the sad eyes and the impatient footstep of the people of the reentry. We were us, simply us, and we would have been able to be in whatever place of the planet because you/he/she would not have done difference. Whoever looking would have gathered only us the harmony of gestures and looks of an inseparable bond.
The clouds that accumulated soft above our heads left a portion of sky open above the sea. Lilac and distant, the colors of the two halves were mixed in an only pacific extension.
We are stopped in the cafe on the beach that enacted the end or the beginning there, of the walk on the sea.
We have ordered four beers in bottle and a Coke to the thorn. Unconsciously you/he/she can be that the return we had considered to the standard consummation of Wednesday one of the few firm points of our relationship.
Chicken has confirmed «Three beers! And two Coke... I don't drink anymore!»
And I have taken action that even the standard consummation was changed.
Does Mark, arrive the beers, has you/he/she asked «And now that he does?»
«You does what he/she is drunk and he returns home!» Gianca has responded.
«And later? That is, tomorrow? Do we return all account of that that changes?» you/he/she has taken back David.
«All changes. And we will owe us to be able, good us, to prevent that this changes» you/he/she has revealed then Mark.
Chicken, that to make him a sketch certain things didn't even grab her to the flight, has you/he/she asked «This what?» Then, observing the incredulous faces has continued «Sì that have understood! I joked idiots! Then... gentlemen... a toast: to that thing that unites us, it inspires us and that it ends for" No"!»
General silence.
«The figa, No?» And among insults, sneers and calumnies we have toasted and declared concluded officially ours" trip to the bachelorhood."
You/he/she has begun to rain by now on the beach in faint light of Lignano and we have returned to the blue camper. David has turned the key in the picture with little conviction but with a lot of boldness; then, after having steered with calm to go out of the gravelly parking lot, you/he/she has exclaimed «we Go!»
And leaves again homeward.
"Roads that they allows to drive strong, few words rains warm and dark, windshield wipers and curves to be straightened, roads that they allows to forget... "
Trails six hours of calm journey, going out of the highway I looked at the tattoo. With moisturizing cream was covered and decidedly too much swollen and irritated to be definitive, but you/he/she would be become him/it and I was happy to have done him/it.
The camper has taken a road that I knew and from that moment you/he/she is seemed to race on the asphalt as a countdown. The last curves, the densest and cold air, the odor of the lake at night, the silences of the country, her" Wine cellar."
Reached the" Wine cellar" it seemed you/they were spent years by our departure because the particular ones of a cut hedge, of a moved poster or of a renewed insignia, in a country as ours, they change of very the scenery.
I have extracted from the stereo the" Mark, turn of Italy, volume two" and I have inserted him without particular care in suitcase, then I/you/they have gone down from the mean.
«We see us in week? Wednesday in the wine cellar?» you/he/she has asked Gianca before going up again on the camper with Chicken and to return him of it to house.
«Yes.»
«I think.»
«I see.»
«I don't believe.»
Arranged partial signs of answer, we are greeted using the residual strengths there and one are embraced for one there. David is proposed to accompany Mark to house. I, had been turning on the firm car for a week, I have taken the road for my small apartment in lease.
They were seven nights that I didn't sleep only with my thoughts and I have to admit that you/he/she has been binding, but I/you/they have succeeded in not looking through too much me in the head.
On the balconcino I have drunk a beer by now lukewarm that had withdrawn from the refrigerator of the camper and I have smoked silent a cigarette in the mute night of the street.
Ended the poison, I/you/they have gone to sleep.
Among the light and perfumed covers of my bed of Swedish manufacture, to spend too many thoughts on how much lived in that week and on what that week closed an error you/he/she is seemed me by to avoid.
I can sustain with boldness to have made her/it.
I have taken sleep in few minutes, aware that from the following day I would have stopped waiting for the things that you/they missed me and that I would finally have started to concretely face what I had before.
The" trip to the bachelorhood" it was by now to all the effects a memory, and for how much aware was that it dealt with a splendid memory, I understood that it drew near a new phase in which I would have had to take some decisions.
Part Three