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  1. Alassio.

  The uncertainty of the stories that happen us aldilà of whatever form of forecast goes. If I have also lived sniffing intimidated the road in front of me, the unforeseen event you/they have caught me. They are unexpected, they are unpredictable.

  As usual the first one to arrive I/you/they have been me. I/you/they have entered the Wine cellar that you/they were not the 6.30 yet and, moving myself for the country, you/he/she was seemed me a good idea to decide to depart to that time because I had not crossed soul long live.

  Silvio had opened from little, the air of the place was unusually cleaned and he felt perfume of brioche in cooking and of toasted coffee. As every morning it did fresh, despite we were to late August and there pits already a minimum of light.

  Silvio, that had a rested very more air to the morning and serene of that that I saw him to the evening, you/he/she has immediately understood that that was the morning of the departure since it never happened that I went to have breakfast from him to that time. You/he/she has asked if I desired the coffee or if I waited for the arrival of the whole group. I have answered him that I would have waited and he has made me a sign, then you/he/she has said:

  «Then I go of there to end.» As if somehow it had to justify him.

  After a few minutes of attended I have seen to emerge from the fund of the road the car of David. You/he/she has parked in two rapid manoeuvres and shoals and you/he/she has gone down from the auto cursing.

  «It doesn't brake a cazzo, they are already to change these brakes of the cazzo, porca puttana!»

  I would have liked to make to notice him that to fury to drive as a possessed it was normal that him the brakes consumed him, but I have not said anything, I have greeted him and he is sat together with me to wait.

  Despite the light of the sun you/he/she had slowly begun to illuminate the whole country, Mark has arrived with the lighthouses still turned on. You/he/she has gone down from the car with calm and, perfectly rested, you/he/she has begun:

  «But the cars we leave here her a week? Mine I bring her/it to house, I have the playpen!»

  David and I, that didn't possess but a place auto on the road, are bewared there with solidarity of common social class and we have immediately arranged on the fact that, road for road, at least to the Wine cellar it passed someone and that the cars it was worthwhile to leave her there.

  After ten minutes of attended, considering that nobody appeared, we have decided to call Chicken.

  «But where are you? Do we decide to depart soon and you delays mezz'ora? It looks that you are indeed a coglione!»

  «They are from Gianca, I/you/they are given to pick him/it up. His/her mother has said that ago breakfast and you/he/she goes down, we arrive!»

  «And are you to wait for him/it there? That is do make to understand me, are you there that you wait for him/it in the camper, under his/her house, and has not he even leaned out, has you/he/she sent his/her mother?»

  «Yes» you/he/she has serenely said Chicken.

  «And from how much you are waiting for him/it?» I have asked him bothered.

  «No vabbè, only a quarter of now. However I am trying him/it stereo, it works!» you/he/she has answered even more serene and happy, as if a stereo funzionante was a thing of which to positively be surprised.

  «You are two heads of cazzo! A stupider than the other!» it has almost howled David so that Chicken it felt, but Chicken has not replied to the insults.

  «Here it is! You/he/she is going down, we arrive!» you/he/she has exclaimed for then attaching.

  After less than 5 minutes, from the same street fund from which David and Mark had come, you/he/she is seen to emerge a dark blue camper. To bring me before, has reentered in the place and I has ordered a double coffee and a cornet to Silvio to the chocolate.

  When I/you/they have returned on the porch of the Wine cellar, Chicken and Gianca you/they had just gone down from the camper. I have avoided every comment to the usual fool face of Chicken, but I have not been able to postpone on the attire of Gianca.

  Not away from the thirty, Gianca introduced him to the departure of the" trip to the bachelorhood" in: white tennis shoes with lacing to tear, sock of sponge also it white but with blue line to half leg, cotton pantaloncino green olive and black shirt to half sleeve Flourishing raffigurante during the transformation in Super Sayan.

  «Big baby, is going at all to Gardaland with the oratory! The bonnet of Parsley and a you miss" Super Cloths" yellow under the arm to be perfect! Have you had the breakfast that mom has prepared you? Head of minchia, is mezz'ora that we wait you!» I have reproached him with more possible contempt.

  «Cazzo you want? He/she thinks about your cazzis paranoiac cantastorie. I travel comfortable me» you/he/she has answered with the same agreeable cruelty.

  Is sat all on our habitué tavolino in the porch there and, although I/you had ordered my consummation with wanted advance, our breakfasts have arrived together all after ten good minutes. Ended the breakfast, from true smokers, we have started the usual windmill of multiple lightings. When I have noticed that Chicken had not even bought the cigarettes for that occasion, I/you/they have bursted and I have admonished him with hardness.

  «Before and last cigarette that pecks at yourself! If you don't buy her, you don't smoke!»

  «I take her to the truck stop, you are calm. Oh, but that you have that you are all nervous ones? Is calm, going to vacation, no?» you/he/she has answered with to serve as relaxed person.

  We have greeted Silvio and Silvio you/he/she has greeted us with his/her usual mute signs, there are on its way then toward our companion of trip: the blue camper.

  David, recovered Mark that had parked the auto in his/her impeccable playpen, you/he/she is immediately candidate as official driver. The proposal has unanimously been approved immediately.

  It was the first time that I salivate on a camper and, once entered, I have taken to look around me as a perplexed and meticulous buyer; then, not even ditches an inspector of the office of hygiene, has begun a rigorous control of the whole environment. I have verified the dimensions and the habitability of the mean, appraised the plain cooking and the refrigerator, the state of the mattresses and the solidity of the table; I/you/they have finally gone to the box and I have looked at that that more it interested me. I was surprised, the stereo worked indeed, just as you/he/she had announced Chicken.

  Substantially it was not an ugly vehicle, it was surely a mean than at least 10 years, but the lines were good and the blue one of the strikes he/she conferred an I don't know what of aggressiveness. I have almost immediately forgotten to have spent as a lot it cost a camper from a regular rental. I had verified some price on internet before departing and I was sworn me to kill Chicken in the case you/he/she was introduced with a catorcio. Fortunately the choice of Chicken was not revealed then very bad. You/he/she would have been able better certainly to do of, but surely you/he/she would have been able to do a lot also, very worse.

  Chicken just entered has looked for confirmations.

  «Then? Considering that show? Do you like?»

  Mark has answered placid:

  «Yes, nice from the, it is not badly!» It is Chicken, seeing that the mean didn't thrill as the celebrated one, has exclaimed:

  «Nice? Only nice? Beautiful my, this is a bomb! What did you want more?»

  I Mark then you/he/she has replied composed «Chicken, has not put there beak as you had asked you, but with the money that you have spent I rented 3 of it of camper!»

  We had decided to give the trip to Mark and to divide us in four the expenses of the run. Nevertheless the bastard pedant had decided to make the fleas to our organizational plant and you/he/she has immediately come out that, with his/her proverbial meticulousness, the German had consulted a heap of sites specialized internet in the rental and you/he/she had found promotions and discounts and offers irripetibili of which I, that had also looked at someth
ing, had not leastly realized. The organizational efficiency of Mark irritated me, sopratutto because, financially speaking, it was the most well-off of all of us, but the same had always conducted a life without the least excess, a checked life, to the saving. After the degree in Economy (obviously 110 with praise), you/he/she had decided to work with his/her father in the firm of family, an average enterprise to family management, ten employees in everything.

  You/he/she had decided him own wish and despite it had million of possibility and numerous offers you/he/she had never had afterthoughts. He liked its job, it loved the idea to work for himself, it picked his pride and it did him/it feel entrepreneur. Mark, more than every thing, he/she wanted to consider him master of his/her own destiny.

  When you/he/she had announced that Simona and he would be married and that you/they would have gone to live in an unpaid trilocale in 25 years, I had felt like laughing, because Mark's family, the money, those good, had them. You/he/she would have been able to afford very more himself/herself/themselves, but Mark didn't do what account on itself and, for his same intention, perceived from his/her father a middle salary, equal to that of an any young graduate. Even if a choice of the kind imposed him a style of life with few excesses and the continuous prudent analysis of the expenses, it was happy to have her/it undersigned.

  Mark for these things was a horse on which to bet.

  To every way, after his/her precise statement, I have ordered to Mark the quibbler not to break the coglionis, that of camper this there was and this pecked at him. He has smiled without any conceitedness, as always easy-going.

  David has started the mean turning with some difficulties initial the key in the picture of lighting; of release I have looked for in the suitcase the case box of the Cd and, extracted the" Mark - Turn of Italy - volume one", I have passed him to the driver.

  We have departed on the notes of" Sweet child or' mines" of the Gunses n' roses, to my opinion an ideal piece to start a trip. In front of us, the road, the sea and the most absurd vacation of our life.

  After a good mezz'ora of trip we have reached the entrance of the highway that would have conducted us in Liguria and I has realized than we were distant, so closed in the paesino of lake, from the important arteries of communication and somehow from the whole real life of the peninsula. From the stereo it played again" What's my age again" of the Blink 182 when, as always, the frantic excitement of the first kilometers has left space to the slow adaptation to the run. I looked at the inside of the camper with a more realistic eye in comparison to the first evaluation and I thought to how much, everything, the spaces that were seemed me ample and enough, were in effects as soon as habitable and not certain comforts.

  Runs no more than 4 kilometers of highway, Gianca has proposed to stop us in the truck stop. Clearly to stay himself/herself/themselves so early was not a bright idea, but I didn't have any intention to offer other Chicken cigarettes and I have pled the cause sustaining to have to go to bath.

  Just entered we have begun to turn as Japanese tourists among the shelves of the small market of the area of service. I looked at the exposed products and I tried the inevitable one, merciless, desire of purchase from Truck stop. I don't know why, but I have always admired with different eyes the articles exposed in the shelves of a Truck stop and every time I warn an uncontrollable buy frenzy. Commodity of which I would ever take care me in a normal supermarket seems me an irresistible invitation, a purchase irrinunciabile. Fortunately I have withstood the demon of the shelf and, after having drunk together everybody a very bad coffee, Chicken you/he/she has bought a packet, a solo, of cigarettes; Gianca is introduced over-the-counter with four envelopes of rubbery candy from the unreasonable forms; David has compared various prices of brushes windshield wipers exposed in the shelf of you auto-reciprocate him; Mark has looked for in vain the usual ones, accursed, candy to the Swiss grasses.

  It had a real mania for those cazzos of tablets, and when you/he/she has finally seen her next to over-the-counter, the eyes are not even illuminated him you/he/she had found the Saint Graal.

  We are gone out of the truck stop aware that from there to Alassio there would not be more stopped and before we moved there David you/he/she has observed that, being all smokers, it was worthwhile to give him some rules.

  «Boys I say: we smoke one to the time, at least we don't poison there.»

  «Some that we could also avoid to smoke for 300 kilometers» you/he/she has considered Mark.

  «Not to break the coglionis! German salutista of the cazzo! Eaten the candy and bushels good!» you/he/she has beaten Gianca.

  «It is not matter to be salutista or less. We are in 5 in a hole, if we smoke all we arrive to Alassio with the asthma» you/he/she has confirmed Mark.

  «Not to break the coglionis! I remember you that don't have voice in chapter on the organizational matters of the trip. And however it is not that you have to train you to be his/her dad with us» I have exclaimed.

  «Correct, not to break the coglionis» you/he/she has added as Chicken for not to feel been excluded and Mark has finally been silent, so much reasonable that could seem submissive, but submissive you/he/she was not.

  Mark was for a long time endowed with endless patience.

  The highway flowed as an along monotonous corridor drawn on the Lowland Piedmontese Padana. As every time in which we crossed the lowland, we have generalized on as in such a flat place, damp and always equal, none of us would ever have accepted to live. Yet it is not that we lived to New York or in the City Londinese.

  At 10.30 o'clock the autos that directed him toward the sea are suddenly increased of number. I looked her surpass to the right us and to the left, trying to realize in the brief passage which was the destination of every vehicle, what the expectations and the possibilities of the passengers were. I considered the being on a camper with his/her own friends, an enviable privilege and slightly wild and I was delighted me when our mean captured the attention of anybody else vacanziero, it made me feel alternative.

  To the height in Alexandria, just as it said the song of Ivano Fossati, we have begun to" to feel the sea" and the tone and the euphoria of the team he is as sbrinato.

  Later even three hours of trip we had reduced the cabin of our mean to a smoky and unbreathable tavern. In to follow him some kilometers, every attempt of turnazione it was enfeebled as it regarded the smoke and, just seen the sea, just before Genoa, we were contemporarily smoking all and five, understood the precise Mark.

  «Here is Genoa!» you/he/she has told the sudden David as if we had arrived.

  It had the an elegant opportunity to drive, very different from the abrupt style with which he/she piloted his/her own auto. With the correct bonnet and the correct shirt, you/he/she would be been able to resemble to a trip driver organized for elderly, one of those that bring the parties in trips conceived with the only purpose to sell pots and end saucepans crossed.

  «You attach some the conditioned air» you/he/she has suggested Gianca from the table where you/he/she was comfortably hocked in a game to broom against a Chicken in evident difficulty.

  It was right, it began to be warm indeed and despite we slightly held the open car windows I had put in canotta and shorts. I began to sweat.

  I Mark then you/he/she has pushed the button of the plant of climatization and after little minutes you/he/she has been clear to all how much Chicken was a person completely inaffidabile and substantially an element to be eradicated from the planet.

  The conditioned air that had quickly inserted Mark didn't produce that the opposite effect. The expensive blue camper that that idiot of Chicken had gotten through his/her absurdities channels, has quickly, become a furnace a merciless Finnish sauna.

  «How cazzo we do to sleep in five in I am hole without conditioner? But do I say, as cazzo idea has come to trust you there? Porca puttana! Head of cazzo! Ignorant! Imbecile! Stupid that are not other, is it ever possible that every time combines a
cazzata?» David is exploded and hot tempered as if you/he/she were in one of his/her yards.

  «It starts to extinguish that accursed conditioner!» you/he/she has recommended Gianca and Mark you/he/she has quickly performed.

  «What I knew me? At all could start making the tests on everything! I have checked the steering gear and it steered, the brakes braked, the stereo worked, there was the full one of water wipe away-glasses. All ok is seemed me! Do you give David, let's not do not a play of it, is it some warm, but that it will be never? To the limit then we stop there from the first mechanic that we find on the road and we see, how much does it cost us to put to place the plant, no?» Chicken is justified.

  «With the cazzo that start me paying the maintenance costs of the camper of that bastard that has given him for you! Wipe away-glasses? Chicken you are indeed an idiot» I have immediately contested.

  At the end, before we started discussing seriously there, Mark has intervened.

  «Calm, is calm! Apart that you Chicken you are a beota and this we know him/it all, but doesn't it serve to pick up him her so much, do you not feel that if we hold extinguished the conditioner and we lower the car windows, the warm one is not so unbearable? Let's regulate there some with lowers him - glasses, get by there! You give, we don't begin to attach us!»

  In effects the open car windows guaranteed a good exchange of air.

  David has immediately soothed, even if you/he/she has stared at Chicken with true pity. Looking at the road, I have seen to flow fast the exit of Varazze.

  The line of asphalt alternated small breves curves rectilinear and the light of the cabin of our camper was frequently modified from the entry and from the exit of the mean by one of the numerous galleries unfolded for the run. As soon as we approached us to Alassio we felt the reached destination comfort grow and when we have finally come near the writing on the rock in style Hollywood, we are felt arrivals there.

  Alassio I remembered her/it to me for the wealth displayed some people that frequented her/it. It seemed a town for rich as so many; the usual place where all costs more a pochino, all wear heads griffati and they almost all drive automobiles of a superior level. Alassio was not some one proper place for characters as Chicken or Gianca or David or me, but it was enough next to the our isolated paesino on the lake. So nearby that the first vacation in car everybody together we had passed them to her. Almost ten years before.

  With the camper are stopped for appraising there where we could find an equipped area and the rather unpleasant gentleman to which we have asked the information you/he/she has recommended us to almost continue up to the end of the country. The sky had clouded and even if it was not able whether to be warm, the summer is seemed whether to disappear leaving the place to a sea light in autumn.

  I have asked to the unpleasant gentleman that forecasts there were for the next days and if you/he/she had attended rain. He has responded:

  «What I know, I am not at all Giuliacci! But is calm that Alassio is inside a knapsack of air of low pressure, here in summer never rains!»

  Mark, only he, has thanked and we has continued along the road up to the area that the impolite dwarf had pointed out us. Few about ten meters before we stopped there I have seen the windscreen of the camper quickly fill him with big drops and I have immediately asked to David to make inversion that, to be fortunate, would have been able rincontrare the idiot of first to fill him/it with spits.

  You/he/she has not satisfied me.

  We had to shop that guaranteed us the self-sufficiency for at least a couple of days but we have almost spent three hours barricaded in the camper. The storm has been furious and water fell as to noisy bucketfuls on the roof of our small mobile house. The air was been cold and annoyingly damp.

  This way attends him that the time improved at least partially you/he/she is become unbearable and David, that really it doesn't shine for patience, you/he/she has nervously put to the place it drives and you/he/she is exploded starting the mean with hardness.

  «What cazzo, even to Fantozzi these sfighes happen! Before, it will be at all any storm to nail us in this cazzo of hole!»

  Not that it was wrong; we had not had lunch yet and our provisions in dispensation consisted in the few tablets to the Swiss grasses of Mark and in the envelopes of rubbery candy that however that bastard of Gianca was not absolutely prepared to share. We have ripercorso the road to bashful looking for the first market where to be able something appears to put under the teeth; when we have found the first alimentary, David has stopped the mean. We have gone down that it still rained as God he/she sent her/it and the roads were submerged as in a flood. Mark, David and Gianca have extracted from the backpacks small trip parasols and, when even Chicken is inserted in a horrible black impermeable giacchetta, I have felt a true frustration in to consider as I was the only one not to have calculated the possibility that could rain. Rotten afresh to point, I/you/they have entered humiliated in the market.

  It made a polar cold between the benches of the small exercise and me I looked at the products shivering, some for the prices, some for the cold.

  We have tightly bought the necessary things: bread, water, pasta, juice of different qualities, sofficini, chips and 3 boxes of beer in bottle. David has insisted because we bought a bottle of vodka and some energies drink, obviously anybody if you/he/she is felt him to oppose himself/herself/themselves.

  When we have paid I have believed to have entered a boutique rather than in a shop of alimentary and in effects the over-the-counter well dressed girl has smiled at a way that is seemed almost mocking. Chicken going out has murmured «you Give back, you Give back, sow!»

  Fortunately the girl has not felt.

  Out of the shop the rain had changed intensity: water went down light, as nebulized, illuminated by some small opening of sun. While we were going up again on the camper, I have asked to Chicken whether to give some prostitute to the cashier was one habit of his or a pleasant exception vacanziera. You/he/she has not answered, you/he/she is climbed on on the mean, you/he/she has opened the zip of the ugly black impermeable giacchetta and you/he/she has begun a paradoxical inventory.

  «Then: envelopes of affected, have I taken her of brand so you don't complain you; coffee's package, as does it do him without coffee? Were Wurstels of pig and chicken, in offer; mayonnaise for the wurstels, otherwise as we season them? Melting chocolate for possible decreases of sugars!»

  It extracted the things of the giacchetta as if nothing pits, as if you/he/she had not made alcunché.

  «But have you stolen all that stuff?» you/he/she has asked enthusiastic David while Mark snickered incredulous.

  «Yes! But have you seen that prices? The true thieves are them. Ah, rubbers to the mint, for when there is not the tooth brush!» you/he/she has beaten pleased Chicken extracting from the pocket of the pantalonis a double wrapping of rubbers to chew.

  I was basito, some because I had had near Chicken the whole time and indeed I had not acknowledged anything, some because I considered the shoplifting a thing from little boys and I was absolutely convinced that for him pits an old phase.

  «But you are everything fool! Do you know him/it that if they peck at you we end all in the country houses?» I have reproached Chicken as if somehow ditches his/her legal guardian.

  «And they socially condemn us all to the exile or to the jobs profits! Here is arrival Father Paul Orlando of the order of the cantastories! Don't make the moralist, at least him sdebita for the catorcio that has rented!» you/he/she has replied Gianca opening a package of chips.

  I/you/they have been mute. To want well to see, bothered me more than not to be me aware of nothing that the matter of the theft in itself.

  «Lunch and sea?» you/he/she has asked David he/she anchors electrified for the a little legal gesture of Chicken.

  «With I am time?» I have asked.

  «Minchia, that killjoy, doesn't see that he is opening?» you/he/she has sente
nced Gianca with the usual impoliteness..

  It was true, the sun was returning.

  David has started and we has returned toward the equipped area; in the brief journey, Mark has uncorked two beers and you/he/she has passed one of it.

  We have eaten rapid a lunch cooked with speed. Swallowing the spaghetti to the juice improvised by Mark, chats of nothing or a little anymore. It was as if we had hurry to move again us, as if everybody we didn't wait whether to dip us in the atmosphere of the vacation. The sun had returned to beat as it was permissible to wait him; we are changed for the sea there and we have gone down toward the coast afoot.

  We flowed the establishments bathing lined up meter after meter trying to understand what you/he/she could answer better to our characteristics more than to our demands. More I observed the landscape, more the conviction strengthened him that that was not an indistinct mass coast of people, on the contrary a privileged stay place with beaches public redoubts to thin languages of sand and with local, baths and chic bunks, almost pompous. After about ten minutes to coast along the sea, Chicken has done foresees «Oh, is not that owe us to turn the whole Liguria afoot! Let's stop us to the next beach, so much one it is worth the other. At least we drink there a beer that with I am warm I am dehydrating me!»

  Mark, that didn't evidently appreciate too much the scenery, has supported the idea of the beer and shortly we has agreed all.

  Is sat in the porch on the sea of a well furnished a lot of cafe there. By now it was late afternoon and when I have ordered 4 middle beers and a correct vodka energy, David you/he/she has not been contrary.

  After a couple of hours in the cafe we have completely lost the knowledge of the space and the time. We had the sea to 50 meters, but it was as if it were but a detail. We were to Alassio, but we would have been able to be to Oslo or to the Wine cellar or to Singapore or to Parabiago, it didn't do difference. The beers and the vodka tracannate has slowly made us light and impalpable as the discourses to empty of the afternoon. All of a sudden memory to have tried to promote educational concepts, believes to be lifts me sbiascicando something on the interaction between alcohol and heat, but Mark is me as seized I set and, putting to sit me in decomposed way, you/he/she has exclaimed «For once you I want to also tell him/it me: but vaffanculo cantastorie of the cazzo!»

  Dopodiché we have bursted to laugh without motive as two imbeciles you intoxicate.

  We didn't have to be a very conciliatory show: Chicken, looking at the culo to every exemplary of passing female, it hung with a jug of beer in hand between the porch and the waterline. It had a troublesome drunkard air, but it was not him/it. David, sat on one I lay down to I swing together with an enough absent Gianca, you/he/she entertained him/it making unlikely comparisons among different types of boilers. Mark and I, still planted to the tavolino, we had just entered that phase of the drunkenness full of good intentions and compliments verse everybody. The classical phase" affection, friendship and values."

  The manager of the cafe, exasperated, to that point you/he/she has delivered us the account.

  In less than two hours, five idiots that problems were made for the cost of one I lay down, you/they have spent European centosessantotto of consummations. Perplexed, I have looked at Mark trying to find in his/her eyes the usual rationality. He is not leastly decomposed, you/he/she has gotten up with true work and faked safety and you/he/she has set out toward the cash register. It has I bring the slip the boy in box with to almost do snob and the credit card that never used crawled. Then verse is turned me.

  «Then, considering that we are to the sea, do we make him/it a bath or no?»

  Mark when he/she drank aristocrat it became and annoyingly impudently generous.

  In an instant we have crossed racing as gone crazy children a lower case letter strip of sand seeds desert turned to public beach and there are fiondati in sea without any reservedness.

  You/he/she has not been a dangerous thing: aware than we were tipsy, there are limited to still grope in the first meters of fresh water for the recent rain. Risollevato has felt and quickly when we are gone out of the sea it was as if you/he/she was passed me everything, as if salty water had washed me the alcohol of back. At that time, in the light that began to be a sunset, I have felt indeed in vacation.

  Has chicken proposed «Other beer then we go to eat?» David has answered «Only if this turn pays him/it you.» It is in few minutes, with the dry mouth, we have returned to the camper to dine.

  Mark has insisted for cooking again on the mobile house; I have consented, despite I/you was ideally attributed me the role of cook of the team since the departure. We have dined and drunk a lot, too much. After having eaten, under the shower for prepare me to the exit, I was again wound by the drunkenness of Bacchus. For the second time, the water of the shower has loosened and diluted the dizziness, this time however in partial measure only. We are dressed there and made up, each to his/her way and according to his/her own aesthetical criterions. I have opted for my strong point: white shirt to half sleeve and pant signed of beige cotton.

  When we have been all ready ones, we have drunk vodka to abundant sips and we are gone out, direct toward the more disco in fashion of the zone.

 

  To the entry of the place I tried to appraise if the being happened in an evening event was or I leads an advantageous situation. The line to enter was abundant and compact; it was anticipated the arrival of some evening guests and the DJ that you/he/she would have played that evening it was of first level, a character very known of a radio to national diffusion. For these motives we are found there bottled in a crowd of people, each of these with strong motivations and scarce ability of attended, each covetous to overcome as soon as possible the threshold of entry of the elegant disco to peak on the sea. Despite they had an air sopraffina and sophisticated, more or less all in the line pushed without too discretion. Some gruppettis of sensual ragazzine have surpassed us deprived of the least embarrassment and Mark and I we have held back to work the nervous reactions of Gianca, Chicken and David that would have stoned gladly her.

  The access to the place was defended by a handpiece of spitfires muscular suits as unlikely blues brothers that quadrated and they discriminated every client. It was not a hard selection, probably because the place where we found us was selective by itself, but before our turn arrived I had already seen to get further different groups of boys with more disputable motivations and I feared that we was the next ones.

  I have always found rather hateful the mechanism of selection operated by the improbable employees to the safety assumed from the discos, yet I am perfectly always me confirmed to the essential criterions for the entry, also without understanding from what unknown institution you/they were dictated.

  In years of frequentazione we were passed with boldness by the adherent and synthetic shirts to the impeccable suits from businessmen. We had banished the tennis shoes, replacing her with faultless ceremony footwears in black skin, except then to abandon the seconds to dedicate to unlikely moccasins that only few years before we would have looked with disgust. In line, attending our casting of entry, I made conjectures on as the criterions of choice to enter disco they often determined more than the personality and the personal taste the way of dressing of our generation. The matter concerned sopratutto the shoes and I has begun even to hypothesize that, as in a plot, to head of the whole system there were dangerous lobby of the industry calzaturiera.

  However that season suited us: the simple shoes of cloth that I wore from child were, who knows because, you return fit for the entry in the places. We have entered without too difficulty.

  Crossed there hardly the threshold we are looked around inebriated by the style and by the worldliness of the scene. We have crossed a path of gravel that cut a small park piantumato with accuracy and well illuminated from torches to the citronella displaced anywhere; after the entry we have reached an elegant dancing cafe from which you/they departed
, for lists directions, staircases in stone that you/they brought to the two great footsteps on the beach.

  David has exclaimed happy «Puttana cow how much figa!»

  He was not able certain to give him blame.

  Observing the behaviors of the other present people, I sought the same awkwardness and inadequacy that I oddly felt me I set. I almost found her in the eyes of everybody, not in those of Mark. Unfortunately, after a brief summit on the to make himself/herself/themselves, has reached the conclusion that our ability of adaptation would proportionally be improved to our rate alcolemico and there is turned to the counter of the dancing cafe.

  After mezz'ora and after two long Island, has lost completely any form of critical sense.

  Chicken insisted in offer him me to smoke, as if it was able in an evening to compensate years of I scrounge, Gianca is slowly smeared inactive on the counter of the cafe and the eyes of Mark they have become thinner and shiny. I succeeded in seeing him the cheeks red fire despite the bright illumination of the room to the open one it substantially covered every sign of expression. David has begun to excited smaniare «From the, let's move us some! With these beautiful whole tope, are we packed here?» Mark and I have agreed with him and we are penetrated in the first footstep as warriors in a wisecrack of hunting there. Gianca and Chicken have decided to remain to the counter of the dancing cafe.

  I have moved without weight with the cocktail in hand, following David and Mark with uncertain footsteps in the crowded passage individualized for reaching the heart of the footstep. I bounced on the people with light impacts, without having a true tottering drunkard lilt. Rather, I modulated with light delay the equilibrium on the ankles, giving of me a distracted walker impression and trasognante. We have begun to dance with an almost false conviction looking for with disproportionate appointment to exactly calibrate the movements to the rhythm of the music. I don't remember that kind of music was, you/he/she could be anything, what arrived to us was filtrate and essential rhesus, it was as if we listened to a naked tribal rhythm.

  To David, that was more polish than we were not Mark and I, they have been enough few minutes to begin an undiversified attack to rain on every living being of present female sex in the place. I have seen him cooperate himself/herself/themselves to different gruppetti of sensual ragazzine that you/they danced well you assemble on them same. They were similar, or the same, that had surpassed us with boldness to the entry, but this seemed that didn't care to David anymore. I have assisted with Mark to the disheartening show of our friend: the position of determination and sure looks in the first approaches, of humiliation and of defeat in the return from every attempt. Slowly I have recovered then a minimum of perception and, to my way, I have begun the recognition. I have started looking around me without a precise objective. I tried to establish durable contacts of looks to individualize signs of agreement and demonstrations of interest. After different minutes, I have realized not to succeed in sustaining the part of the seducer that came well also frequently me. I was as I unload, passive, and I have ended up victimizing just me in the syndrome of the failure as you/he/she had taken to make David.

  In effects the good Zinzi, seeing that also to hemming him it threw badly, meeting has come me saying: «we don't extract anything of it here. All snob troiettes, spoil and it look for money!»

  With pathetic solidarity from common failure I have agreed with him.

  Paradoxically to Mark you/he/she has gone to other way.

  I have seen him attach indeed button with a nice morettina: saucy black caschetto, dark and shining skin, thin skeleton, light vestitino of color green water. I/you/they have remained to observe them for some in the first approach and it was unbelievable as in their looks and in their discourses I didn't find signs or attitudes from consumers of occasional sex. They spoke, they smiled and they discussed, absorbed in the music of the disco but independent from the noise of the diffusers. You/they would also have been able to be elsewhere in a station or in a museum or in a restaurant. They were in a well evident tuning and I have not wanted to interrupt the amiability of the conversation among the two. You/he/she has thought of us David, with the tooth repeatedly poisoned still by the indifference receipt. You/he/she has approached to the girl from true stupid, head you/he/she has quadrated her afoot and you/he/she has summoned her:

  «Oh beautiful, not to contaminate us the bridegroom!»

  The girl has not answered, but you/he/she has looked at Mark trying to understand that relationship there was between that unpleasant and he intrusive. At that time I have noticed that the beautiful morettina, that called Sarah, had two notable friends. I have drawn near making unequivocal signs to David because it understood that the only good opportunity of the evening was burning. He has gathered and you/he/she has immediately seen his/her own position again.

  We have almost all passed the evening with Sarah, Patrician and Roberta, drinking Long Island as they were water, in a calm zone of the beach, sat together everybody in one of the few non busy tables of the place. Unfortunately and almost with immediateness the role, my part and of David, you/he/she is made marginal in the discourses of the evening. The three was girls of Florence, university students, and they were so spellbound from the person of Mark, from the fact that you/he/she would be gotten married and that a child would have had that didn't do whether to grant him the exclusive one of their complete attention. They filled even it of questions and of interest with excessive insistence, loading Mark of that charm and that charme that under basal conditions you/he/she had never had. I wondered me for what absurd motive to have a definitive relationship and upcoming issue aroused so much interest and attraction from the women. With David, I have traced motivations of genetic die vaguely recalling myself a vision Darwinista. Our concepts were perfectly sintetizzabili in the sentence of closing of David, that has observed «there is a cazzo to do! For the women you are very more scopabile if you already have wife and children!»

  In progress of evening, facilitated by the boldness acquired by the alcohol, we have talked to the three girls of everything how much it passed us for the head. Besides explaining the motivations of the trip that we were doing, converses on generic themes as I work, sex, style of life of our generation in general. Every matter however it inexorably brought back to the experience of Mark and him it exhausted only after the same had defined his/her own point of view regarding the matter. It was as a center of permanent gravity. It was as if every thing dictates, but also not said, it was passable for truth. Feeling us vaguely excluded, David and I made the spool between the table and the other small cafe on the beach to supply the tavolata of new alcoholic boldness. You/he/she has been during one of that moves that you/he/she is seemed me to see Chicken to walk careless in the middle of the anchor numerous clientele of the place. In a first moment I have not given a lot of weight to the thing. We were together with three beautiful girls, Chicken could wait. Yet, after a good oretta, I have warned uneasiness not to be takes care of me of the two absentees and I have asked to Mark if it were the case to look for the missing. David has stopped me that, load of new and few realistic hope, has said:

  «What balls! Do they get by no? Paul cannot always look at what combine that two fools! Let's be here with them, if they have need they find us cazzo!»

  I have again asked to Mark if it were the case to look for the two but David, not to lose that remote possibility, has surrendered also:

  «Is all right! You and I let's go to look for them! Mark is here with the women and waits us, we return down so then from the girls!»

  We are dismissed by the group there.

  They were the 3.30 trails when we have returned to the counter of the first cafe. Gianca was there still.

  The barkeeper, less busy considering that big part of the crowd started to diminish, you/he/she has asked:

  «But is this yours? Is it with you?» You/he/she has asked him so, as if we had forgotten an umbrella or a hat. You/he/
she had not stirred at all Gianca from the counter of the cafe, but it was not battered, you/he/she had simply remained to observe the people in the place, drinking for the whole evening, alone.

  Have I asked him «But where Chicken is it?»

  Him almost indifferent you/he/she has answered «Boh. I have seen him before, it was full as a Boer and he/she knows me that it was badly, but I don't know where you/he/she is ended.»

  «And have not you done anything? When you have seen him?»

  «First.»

  «Ok, but first as soon as possible?»

  «Boh. Before.»

  Gianca was not battered, but it was surely drunk.

  Worried, we have looked for Chicken for the whole tall part of the place.

  Gianca was as absentee and David you/he/she was bothering fearing to lose the occasions that it however didn't have.

  Chicken has found him really David.

  On the beach, from the opposite part where we chatted with the girls, you/he/she has recognized an outline despite pits so by to be unrecognizable. Emanuele was stretched out supine in the sand, completely immovable, the expression of the nonexistent face. I have thought how same badly seriously, that had had a heart attack or things of the kind: you/he/she was sleeping only fortunately. When we have wakened up him to suon of schiaffoni, you/he/she has slowly stirred, with indolence, as if we were bothering him/it. It monstrously stinked of alcohol and of vomit, and it had abundant rivulets of regurgitation on the whole shirt. It was disgusting touch him/it, even to be him near so malmesso, but we have him/it the same hoisted as a totem decided to bring us him street. I have told him «you are disgusting!» and he has asked me, handing me a rolled up packet and empty, if I wanted a cigarette. Imbecile.

  I/you/they have returned toward Mark to communicate him that it was worthwhile to go, but there was not more anybody sat to the table where we had passed the evening. I have moved the look trying to understand where you/he/she could be. With the beach by now desert, I have almost immediately found him. The girls if gone n'erano, all except Sarah. I have observed Mark and Sarah alone in a zone a little illuminated of the beach, one of forehead the other. Mark has immediately individualized me while I was calling him/it but you/he/she is not shaken amazed or embarrassed, you/he/she has simply greeted the girl that had before intensely kissing her/it. You/he/she has kissed her in front of me, but with brevity as a kiss of forced lovers to a rapid separation; then just removed by the attractive dark testolina of Sarah, meeting has come me.

  Returning back for the recovery of Chicken, I have asked him:

  «But do you return yourself account that soon I/you/he/she get married you and that I/you/he/she become father? What cazzo do you combine? Are you drunk your head tonight also?»

  With thin grudge, I cruelly hoped to instigate in my friend a least sense of guilt. He has smiled with absolute serenity and has answered «Some that know him/it! And I assure you that I am to go crazy happy of it!»

  I/you/they have been incredulous for an instant, then I have felt a true envious coglione.

  We have proceeded to the transfer of Chicken with the same formalities of an intervention of alpine help. It seemed a film wounded, war of Vietnam or stuff of the kind. Substantially it was incapable to maintain the erect station and in practice we have dragged him up to the exit of the place and over, as it was a couch to move. David, convinced to have burnt a good possibility, you/he/she has heavily insulted him for the whole run but you/he/she has never missed to sustain him/it with the strength of the own braccias for the whole absurdity I move.

  «Makes a will of cazzo! They were there! They were there! There with us, for us! Had almost concluded and for guilt of the alcoholic imbecile that are, everything is jumped! Cursed Coglione! But who has done me him to do to know an idiot of the kind!»

  Chicken, unarmed, you/he/she has not answered.

  We have reached the door of the place while little remained people were defile smiling and satisfied for the evening. The presents, inclusive two spitfires of the end safety service, has quadrated however us had a good time, laughing without reserve of ours embarrassing assisted.

  «Cazzos are laughed these stupid?» Chicken has stuttered before the silent one to suon of slaps.

  They didn't separate us that few hundred meters between the disco and the equipped area where we had left the camper but the work of a day so devastante has made the hard run massacrante.

  Luckily, to hundred meters from the arrival, Chicken has sent forth a worrisome gurgle with an indeterminable part of the digestive apparatus, in consequence to which we have made him sit on a muretto before disagreeable surprises.

  You/he/she has vomited quite a lot, to powerful throws. A reddish first stuff, then orange, then almost yellow. You/he/she has absolutely been a nauseating show to admire, but really when we considered if it were the case to accompany or I lead that demon rigettante in first aid, the possessed one has suddenly returned to reason. Standing on his/her own legs you/he/she has laboriously pronounced:

  «Ok raga, everything to place, is better!»

  Has Mark asked «Sure?»

  «Yes!» has confirmed enough solid Chicken, then recorded the depressed expression of David, has added «David not to think too much it! So much those didn't give her/it for you however! You/they would not have given her to anybody!»

  Mark and I for an instant are looked at accomplices of ours small secret there; David has smiled instead with spocchia, aware than that fool of Chicken after all you/he/she was right.

  When we have reached the camper I/you/they have been happy to have provveduto to extract the bed and to prepare him/it for the night before going out. I like when I succeed in being farsighted, I adore the Paul of the past that thinks about the Paul of the future. Not that pits a mechanism difficult to decontrol, but to the five less a quarter of the morning, so tanned, David and the silent Gianca have done a disproportionate work to start sleeping. Instead I have almost immediately fallen asleep, perhaps because the odor of the vomit of Chicken fluttered latent and boring in the cabin.

  Before the sleep, I have appraised how much the morettina kissed by Mark was enchanting.

  I wake up for the warm one. The camper at 13.30 o'clock, under the fierce sun, you/he/she was turned into a suffocating furnace. I was sweaty and sticky and I felt the swollen and rubbery face pulsate, the hands they seemed me you dilate, heavy. I perceived the rhythm of the heart to boom deaf in the calves and in the points of the fingers; in general I was me, wound in a halo of work. The odor of which the space was impregnate was of a cruelty difficult to tell. A bouquet of the worse foul smells that a man can think: carbonic anhydride, vomit, odor of feet, gas intestinal and other ignoble fragrances, tablets in the few meters cubes of air to our disposition. I have looked toward Mark and he/she slept anchor, rolled up as a larva in the usual cover azzurrina that brought him in every trip. I have wondered as it did to sleep in that way and with that warm, he has sent forth a noisy peto. I have gotten up and I/you/they are gone out of the camper.

  Out I have found David: it was to the telephone.

  You/he/she had been the first one to wake up him and it didn't not at all seem tired. It was busy in an atypical conversation for him, the serious and available voice, the assembled expression.

  I have drawn near and he has made a sign of regard, then you/he/she has concluded with the telephone interlocutor.

  «It is all right, I thank her/it. Do we remain of accord then this way? Excellent, hi and good-bye!» And you/he/she has quickly put back the cellular phone in pocket.

  I have tried to ask him with whom same speaking, but he has remained on answering «Nothing, things of job...»

  In the afternoon, after a binding obligatory alternation as to the latrine, we have returned to the cafe on the beach from which the alcoholic odyssey of the day was initiated before. We have eaten a sandwich and drunk water and cold tea to the lemon. Chicken, miraculously taken back
him, you/he/she has wanted to drink beer to make the usual call. You/he/she has drunk one of them, an alone, has communicated then to all with solemnity

  «Enough. This was the last beer of my life! I won't drink anymore!»

  And since then, to how much it results me, Chicken has not touched more alcoholic in his/her life.

  After a day to the sea calm, riposini to the sun, frequent baths and partitelle to racchettoni, has returned to the camper.

  To have filled the reservoir of the water and that with the gas-oil, have dined further.

  Once washed, leaves again.

  They were the 21.30 when we have moved for the second there it covers some trip to the bachelorhood: it waited us for Calabria.