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2. Tropea (in theory)

  We are not felt there really in trip until we have not finished of it crosses the whole Liguria to bashful.

  To the height in Genoa, David has said excited «Riecco Genova!», of fact without succeeding in arousing some particular reaction of enthusiasm or transport in none of us.

  Of the group, David was what seemed to have held up better the evening devastante that we had spent. You/he/she had appeared me of good humor since the morning and you/he/she had sustained for the whole day an easy-going and kind, available and polite attitude, a dress that didn't belong him and that in every case he/she rarely wore indeed.

  Passed Genoa and the lights of the city, the black sky of the imminent night is melted with the sea. I have lost every visual contact with the coast, I knew that the sea there was and was there, but I didn't see him/it.

  Chicken has asked me, rather you/he/she has imposed me to deliver him a cigarette.

  «With the cazzo! I had told you that at least for the trip you would be you due to maintain alone!» I have answered bored.

  «I have understood, but if I have offered her all thing last night can I do there? You give not to make the ragamuffin!»

  «Me ragamuffin? With that courage! Those as you are all right! The parasites as you, that you/they live on the shoulders of the fools as me, are all right. But do I say me, do you have a job and a salary, do you want to smoke? Bought the cigarettes and smokes! You are not able? You don't smoke and don't break the cazzo to anybody!»

  Although I/you had spoken to him in the usual raw but playful tones and I/you had thrown him I already set a packet seeds empty saying to end him to him her that however they were the last that I would have offered him, Chicken is as embittered and you/he/she has been silent a second before declaring «we Allow to lose the discourses on the money and on the job, that I don't want there not to even think of graze of this vacation.»

  David, obviously gathered the melancholy vein in the words of Chicken, you/he/she has started to pursue him/it.

  «Now you explain me: thing you have with the job? Don't tell me that dare complain you! Jobs 3 hours a month, to the warm one, paid illness, sees also a beautiful po' of figa... do tell me, that it misses you?»

  Chicken in an unusual way is stiffened for him and you/he/she has beaten:

  «Apart that I make 24 hours to week and not 3 hours a month, but then test you to live with 700 European a month. It is true that even you quarrel the whole day on the yard, you are to the cold and you dirty your hands, but at the end of the month you have the satisfaction to be able to allow you to spend two liras or, if you don't spend her to put her street for a future. Me no! I distantly am not able even to think about buying me a house but a car, cannot put even by anything. Me in this moment job only to survive, and the thing that more me ago incazzare is that I am not able it stuffed really nothing, can conform only. To throw to live hoping that something happens!»

  «Looked for another lavoretto to add to this» you/he/she has suggested then Mark.

  «You think that I have not already tried there? Would not I complain me otherwise, don't you believe? Unfortunately however to the supermarket job on strange turns, with the assembled hours sopratutto in the weekend. I have tried to be a dishwasher from" Gigi", but I don't resolve very for the times when I succeed in going us. Five European an hour then you will understand, that I do us.»

  «I would never eat in a dish washed by you» you/he/she has sustained Gianca to divert, but Chicken has continued. «I have asked to those of the supermarket to give me more times, you don't know how many times. Hog cazzos, are 3 years that are there, job well and the people trust me, the job then for absurd I like and... do you ask him full once and a normal salary, not a gift or a charity and them? They don't do whether to answer that there is the crisis and that if don't be all right my times of contract I can look for me another place, so much another desperate that the fish sells to my place they find him/it.»

  «Beh, the crisis there is, is that a datum of fact and her/it it feels him in every sector, also in mine, that creeds?» you/he/she has specified David.

  «Another desperate that sells the fish they find him/it of sure! And they certainly find him/it more awake than you! » you/he/she has foretold Gianca in the nth attempt to reorganize the discussion.

  In every case, after different points of view on the matter, to Chicken a key question has gone off, and immediately to reach the heart of the matter turns to the only expert on the field that was among us. «Mark but you that you are economical.»

  «Economical?»

  «You that you have the degree in economy, in short, but is crisis, that cazzo is? Does tell clear terms, from thing it arrives crisis it is and because? And as it comes out, if it comes out according to you...»

  «The crisis means that what earns is never enough! And to earn more, has to kill you of job up to physically exhaust you or to come to die of stress. Even as soon as you retire, so you do a favor to the state!» you/he/she has immediately declared polemic David.

  «Thanks to the cazzo David, beautiful technical analysis!» I have specified ironic before turning me toward Mark to know how he/she thought her/it. To be honest in fact, the history of the crisis I had not even understood leastly her me. I hoped that Mark, that I considered to the peer of a super minister of the finances, it illuminated us as you/he/she had not known how to now do anybody up to.

  I Mark at first you/he/she has been silent, then you/he/she has wrinkled the forehead and you/he/she has started serious «Therefore... the economic crisis that rages in this moment arrives from the United States and you/he/she has spread all over the world last year. Practically the principal causes of this crisis are: the tall prices of the first subjects, the world food crisis, a tall inflation, the recession, a credit crisis and a crisis of trust in the purse.»

  «Thanks Mark! Then?» you/he/she has asked again completely dissatisfied Chicken.

  «Mark, returns yourself account that you have not said a cazzo? Have said that this cazzo of crisis that breaks the coglionis derives from some crises and produces other crises! He/she doesn't want to say a blessed minchia of nothing!» you/he/she has loaded David.

  It was strange, because I exactly felt me from the part of Chicken and David. I expected me that Mark explained us in clear and definitive way the motive for which the world, and we, was also so worried, so immovable and timorous. Instead you/he/she had not done anything else other than to repeat ambiguous and unsatisfactory terms, of which I besides was addicted from the newscasts and from the articles on the magazines.

  Mark has tried to take back «Boys, are not that am easy to be explained so on two feet! I don't know, you put that USA, the greatest and important economy of the planet, has entered a serious credit crisis and ipotecaria it gives birth of a you hallucinate real estate speculation. The dollar has started not to be worth anything, places of employment are jumped, the purse has gone to peak, they are bankrupt even the banks and the American population has entered the panic! In the global market, the panic of a nation as the United States is the global panic. Then The consequence of the global panic is the collapse of the investments, and, without investments, landslide the whole world working system, included ours!»

  It was not enough.

  What had just said Mark didn't satisfy anybody. Some because some concepts were too reduced, excessively simplified, because we saw the connections of casualness and the practical implications on the life of the reasonable man; some because the events of which he/she spoke Mark were so distant and indefinite that even for him you/they could really result convincing.

  Of fact Mark must have realize the brittleness of the thesis that had exposed with so much diligence, has changed expression, and doing himself/herself/itself very sure and planned has frankly corrected «But what I know! It is right David, for guilt of that bastards that you/they have stolen and rubbed the people on the other side of the world and who knows when, wh
at we earn us, here and now, a cazzo is not worth anymore. Who possesses then an activity as mine has to make the deadly jumps not to leave to house anybody and to have a minimum of whether to live! Do you realize what you mean in times as these possession the responsibility of other families over that of the proper one?»

  Gianca, that didn't have until there uttered word, you/he/she has peacefully observed:

  «Are right everybody! This thing that our possibility to work depends on the behavior of certain scoundrels on the other side of the globe it is absurd, but to be brave this is also the good moment to throw him in a good investment. True Mark?»

  Mark, as incredulous as us on the fact that Gianca interested him of something that was not the world of the Hobbits or the superpoteris of the characters of the mangas, you/he/she has nodded.

  Chicken, evidently very enthusiastic for the confirmation of Mark, has exclaimed then «Sì, yes, let's have to convince us to look at the crisis with another eye! This is indeed the good moment to throw him!»

  «Yes, from the, thrown! From a camper in run however!» you/he/she has summoned David, allowing so to return with gradualness to the atmosphere of the vacation.

  To the height of Viareggio Davide you/he/she has taken for Florence.

  The blue box, with the whole insane content, you/he/she has slowly started to estrange from the sea.

  I didn't love that line of highway, too many latch, too uncomfortable curves, too many lines of reduced visibility.

  Overcome Florence, the air that filtered from the only car window left open is been cold, sharp. On past midnight articulated the beginning of another day and I have asked to Gianca to close the car window that had held open. He has done him, then you/he/she is moved in the back of the mean and you/he/she has gone to lie down himself/herself/themselves next to Chicken that he/she listened lulled the music that escaped from the cuffiettes of his/her own reader mp3.

  I Mark to the one he/she already slept.

  I have taken a seat beside David that drove silent by now from a good mezz'ora and I have proposed him:

  «I make you company me.»

  He has responded:

  «You also sleep if you want.»

  Thinking that to that time and in that silence to stay awake nearby of the driver pits an essential safety measure, has insisted.

  «When we will arrive?»

  «Mah, doesn't know of precise, thin to now we have not found a lot of traffic, if it suits us and the walk remains this, about ten times and we are to the country of Chicken.»

  «Excellent! Well? How is you/he/she going according to you?» I have taken back.

  «In that sense?» you/he/she has asked perplexed David.

  «Boh, the trip, Mark and quegl'altri two fools, as do you see her/it?»

  «Well. How do I have to see her/it?»

  «I don't know, tell me as you see her/it!»

  «Excuse but in that sense?»

  «Nothing from the, was alone to speak some.»

  «Paul, indeed, if you want to sleep, you also sleep.» you/he/she has repeated David removing of fact the space for every possible it replies.

  I have passed mezz'ora with David without we told us a word, then turning I have realized me that all slept and I have started over making conversation.

  «You know that you are strange also you in this period?»

  «Also? Strange?»

  «Yes, I say, besides Mark that gets married him, also you seem that you are maturing.»

  «Maturing? Are Cazzos, a plum? What balls with these metaphors, but are you everything crazy really then? But what is you/he/she taken you? What questions am I/you/they? To mature... what a cantastorie of the cazzo!»

  «From the fool, end her/it! I say seriously, you know that the known certain things. You are strange, stings.»

  «Boh, if you tell him/it you!»

  «I feel that there is something! What do you have for the hands? Do you make the jump? Do you finally put yourself for your account?»

  «But cannot Paul, go to sleep? What cazzo do you have tonight? If you have intention to throw me stupid thin in Calabria say him/it, so I abandon you first in Highway!»

  «Who was this morning to the telephone?»

  David has not immediately answered, but I have immediately noticed that the question had touched him/it.

  It was clear that I/you had found the key of time and, even if Zinzi looked fixed in front of itself faking to focus only himself/herself/themselves on the guide, it seemed as undecided, in unstable balance among to unbutton him and the to hide every other sign.

  «But nothing, will explain then you. I have taken a decision, but it doesn't suit me to now speak of it, it is not the correct moment.»

  «Beh, but if it is a taken decision so much is it worth to communicate her/it, no? However you know that if you talk to me he/she remains among us two!»

  I had for a long time the yearning to be the first one to want to know the things. For one as me, to know with advance thing was combining David, it meant to have a some kind of tactical advantage in the life.

  I was simply very slow perhaps to accept the changes and to assimilate them to the rhythm of the other ones I had to depart in advance.

  In every case David has not satisfied me and you/he/she has continued trying to reduce every expectation.

  «Nothing of what, not to make you other paranoias, would say now that for tonight you have already given enough. You/he/she has happened me an opportunity. It is a thing that I have been desiring for a lot of time and now it simply seems that there are the bases to be able to realize her/it. However I prefer to tell everything of you when I am sure to the one hundred percent and we are all calmest.»

  «But do you speak of job, true?»

  «From the Paul, not to do the insistent one!» you/he/she has beaten David beginning to be annoyed himself/herself/themselves.

  «Ok.» I have replied, then I have added «you really finally put Yourself in!»

  «Cries her/it!» you/he/she has repeated David.

  «I am right, eh?»

  «Cries her/it!» you/he/she has confirmed more definite.

  «Ok.» I have answered yielding and by now sure to have a news in exclusive.

  Were they me to close the eyes, or were they already closed perhaps, when David to the height of Closed you/he/she has brusquely braked exclaiming «Porca puttana, but that cazzo has happened?»

  The shake of the braked one has lifted me from the momentary seat, I have looked over the windscreen and I have seen some torches of signaling lined up on the dark road. Gianca, wakened up him to the sudden one, you/he/she has reached us from the back of the camper and you/he/she has started looking together with us. Its sight has arrived over the haze of the smoke of the torches before and better of mine and of that of David and when you/he/she has screamed «And the Madonna, that disaster!» Chicken and Mark have gone off standing as soft too brims and I have realized what we had before.

  I had never seen an accident of the kind in my life.

  Had to have happened from little, because a real tail was not formed, still only a small deceleration built by the incredulous and frightened curiosity of the few cars that preceded us.

  There were neither firemen nor ambulances, only a car of the firm road police to the borders what happened. The flashed turned on, together with the torches of signaling, they illuminated in discontinuous way the carcass fumante of a blue car, I believe of average capacity and the contours bruised of a clear van, probably white.

  Difficulty to understand as you/they had done to encounter himself/herself/themselves, it is sure what the auto was completely rolled up and inside what he/she remained him of it you/he/she could realize only the presence of something. None of us could establish with absolute certainty that those were bodies, yet we have begun to speak of it as if of fact they were him/it, as if indeed we were witnesses of a slaughter.

  Chicken has howled «
Puttana sow! But are those dead?», receiving an only comment from Mark that you/he/she has exclaimed laconic «Oh cazzo!»

  The autos were ended out some roadway, but in spite of the presence of the broken glasses, of the pieces of blackened body shop and the rests of guardrail eradicated by the bump that the passage of march they invaded, the police officers, the only trace animated of the scene, has made us easily enough slip out of the nightmare.

  Nobody has said nothing.

  For the time when we have crossed the line of the impact and for some minutes following nobody has uttered word. I/you/they have been petrified from the image and from the sharp contrast between the scene of that disaster and the happy-go-lucky nature of our trip. To see a destroyed car containing a heap of inactive bodies has transmitted me a strange feeling. I was frozen, but at the same time incuriosito, almost infected.

  I would be liked to go down for examining with precision what happened, I was taken by an increasing desire to view the life that was not life anymore the show of the death. To the meantime however I felt me guilty for the fact to try as much grisly attraction.

  While I was being fought in to try to understand if the seduction that the scene operated in my respects were natural or pathological, David has asked:

  «But has as cazzo done to make a country house of the kind?»

  To say the truth was not really a question, was the prologue for the following reasoning. In fact David immediately answers, formulating and divulging with his/her impeccable practicality a reconstruction of that that would have been able to be the dynamics of the event. Among so many, you/he/she has alleged varied causes, probable and less.

  «You/they were surpassing, you/they have touched the guardrail and they are squirted I set to the van. Rather no, those of the auto are gone out street, the car is capsized and you/he/she is set on fire, the van has arrived, you/he/she has skidded and you/he/she has invested them without not even braking. Perhaps the cause is the classical hit of sleep, but after the autopsy you will see, it will jump out that they were you intoxicate or completely facts!»

  «And to think that you/they were perhaps going to vacation as us» you/he/she has added, concluding the improbable skill.

  «Surely they were unbalanced!» you/he/she has sentenced Gianca.

  «According to me it is guilt of the van!» you/he/she has decreed Chicken.

  In an instant, and without we could realize us of it, we were overdue in the game of the hypotheses and the guilts. All except Mark, that has not waited a lot for it stuffed to notice how much we were wandering.

  «But of thing is speaking? We have not practically seen anything and you have immediately departed to be investigators. The van, the car, is that capsized, is that set on fire, but that you know? Missed only that went down to make the reliefs as the road police! For thing then? To say that who drove it was drunk or drug addict? To give guilts and to spit judgments. How do you do to know that are dead then? On which base?»

  «Mark there is not need that you incazzi. There are not doubtful however that they are dead. You have also seen them you the bodies!» conciliatory Gianca has hissed.

  «I don't know what have seen! Have assisted to the fact of escaped, yet you are perfectly certain to know what have seen, even know who were and thing were doing! This is a thing typical of Italians, a thing that makes me go the blood to the head! To reach the conclusions without having any element on which to found her, to feel himself/herself/themselves in right to say the proper one on the base of nothing, sustaining her own suppositions with conceitedness and minx safety as tuttologi of the cabbage. In certain cases we are not but a people of gossipers!»

  Mark was bored, thing that didn't often happen. If the cabin of the box drives you/he/she had not been so dark, I am sure that you/they would be been able to gather well the red cheeks of when it became angry. Despite you/he/she had talked then to the plural, it was as evident as few it recognized him in the kind of middle Italian that you/he/she was criticizing. Frankly I didn't understand the excess of the reaction of Mark to our interpretations, but not to subsequently bother him/it anybody has gone further to the discourse. Unanimously we have recognized that in front of what happened a more sober point of view, less unbalanced and better serious pits of rigor.

  Only Chicken after an instant has taken back the conversation, but with different tones, more human.

  «Some that... you put that indeed they were boys as us, even you/they were going on vacation and...»

  «And they have bursted!» David has unhappily interrupted him/it.

  Mark has been mute, aware that to take back David would not have brought any positive effect, but Chicken has continued «there is not a cazzo to laugh! Did I say, if for hypothesis they were indeed boys as us, do you return yourself account? They perhaps had our same emotions, our hopes, had also even our age! The case doesn't seem me to joke on the thing!»

  «In fact am not joking! Those have bursted indeed, at all for joke! Can thing do there then me? If I have to think that they were as us or that would have been able to be us, I tell you fanculo! Better them!» you/he/she has confirmed David, stupid as solo he knew how to be when it put us.

  From my song I didn't have anybody desire to face a discussion of the kind.

  I was also obviously me shocked by the scene just seen, but I counted we didn't give too importance to what happened. I strongly hoped for matter of debate it didn't become as often happened, because it didn't suit me really to speak of plays or of death or of pain. I didn't like at all to touch certain themes in any occasion, let's show up us in vacation.

  It was, in my opinion, an event to be recorded and to continue, to photograph and to forget.

  Times it is true that different I had found absorbed in thoughts fatalist on the destiny and on the course of the things, but they were only thoughts, of which besides it didn't go fierce, and for which continually came sbeffeggiato from who was nearby me enough to be able to know me. Then mine were reflections of which I looked for anchor to undo me with strength, something to hold far obstinately because it didn't pollute the life of every day. Those were my taboos and I could not think about owing to face them really while I was traveling in vacation with my friends.

  Until then then I didn't even have ever seen a dead man.

  That discussion, so stupid and light to want to see, you/he/she is insinuated me in the head as a slippery and elusive snake in his/her own den and you/he/she has irremediably recalled that moment of life in which I had believed to be crazy and of which was ashamed deeply.

  One period lived with the anxiety to die and with the fixed thought of the end of the things as I knew her.

  Constant paranoias on the unpredictabilty of the end, panic for the incontrollabilità of the events.

  One of the hardest phases of the growth, the fear to die and to suffer that it degenerates and it coincides with the fear to live.

  As ditches enough sure to have overcome certain complexes, I have equally tried to close the matter. I feared to owe to compare me on the theme and of mine I have simply declared that if they were dead or less we didn't know him/it and however we would have had to forget us in hurry of that thing. After all we were on vacation to have a good time not us to depress us.

  Gianca has sniffed something and you/he/she has pricked me.

  «Here is the more paranoiac of everybody! Useless that look for to season her/it by fast, we know him/it everybody that you don't sleep there tonight for this thing!»

  Too busy to try to hide and to reject the negative state from which I slowly felt me attacked, has not responded.

  David however you/he/she is gone out out with an absurd consideration and I have realized that I would not be been able to escape from the discussion on the kind that so much feared.

  «Oh, I hope for the later possible, but if it had to happen I want to be brought standing!»

  «How standing? What does he/she want to say?» you/he/she has
asked Gianca.

  «Standing! I want to be transported and buried with the coffin in vertical! I don't make me put away stretched out! I don't make me fold up from anybody, never!» convinced David has answered.

  «You know that I don't know if he is able?» you/he/she has debated Chicken as if we were speaking of building concessions or of permissions of job.

  «What cazzata! You are really an excited of the cazzo!» you/he/she has affirmed Gianca laughing, but David has confirmed with seriousness:

  «Tell me that if I will be the first one to miss you will bring me standing!»

  Mark, thing that really I didn't expect me, you/he/she has calmed down him/it and you/he/she has promised.

  «Ok, ok, is a stronzata, but if happens that the first one to leave six you, will do as want! The first standing coffin of the history will be yours!»

  I considered absurd that us, launched in the night toward the beautiful beaches calabre, we were speaking of funerals and of death and of methods of burial. I understood the funny nature and some dissacrante of the discussion, yet I didn't succeed in seeing her/it as a good formality to exorcize how much seen. It bothered me and it gave me anxiety.

  I have polemized again looking for of stoppare every other surreal comment.

  «But of what cazzo are we speaking? No, but do you return you account? Should speak of figa or of I kick or of sporting auto, and this comes out everything definite to tell us as wants to make to be buried! But then, standing I say me! But what cazzata is it? Don't tell me that you think indeed of her the minchiates that is saying?»

  «Looks that sooner or later die all, also you! It doesn't need to be afraid to face the matter. Have I said only that when I die I want to be buried standing, I will have the right to say as I want to be buried no?» David has snickered.

  «What cazzo it enters it? Do I know him/it well how much you that sooner or later he dies, but that it enters it to speak of it now? Then so, ridicolmente, to that it serves?»

  «I want to make to cremate me, it is more hygienic!» you/he/she has proclaimed the beota of Chicken, ignoring completely the appeal to the reflection.

  «You stink from alive and do you start yourself doing the precise one from dead?» you/he/she has inevitably commented Gianca.

  Thinking well of us, more than every other thing it bothered me terribly the fact to be the only one to have some hesitations respect to the discourse. I didn't understand because I gave so much weight to affirmations that wanted to be to read only and evasive, nothing serious. I perceived me as a child fifone inside a group of greater and brave companions: all talked to filminess and frivolity, I wanted to escape. I have tried to insert again me and to say mine. I have provoked Gianca.

  «And you Gianca? How do we have to bury you?»

  Gianca, that was the more old man among us, has responded candid not to worry us for its burial, so much you/he/she would have buried all first him.

  I Mark in the discourse of low league volutamente you/he/she had remained apart, even if he/she listened with hilarity, yelding to the charm of the surreal one.

  Chicken however has you/he/she asked him «And you Mark? How would you like that was your funeral?»

  I was sure that Mark would not even have answered, that would have sorvolato, instead has affirmed doubtful «Boh! Do you know that I don't know him/it? I have not now thought never there up to. If really I have to unbalance me, I can say you that the only thing that I would desire it is that to the ceremony nobody cried. I would like a serene celebration, with the alone presence of the important people for me, but calm, peaceful in to remember what I/you/they have been. A thing without patemi or wailings, would like a kind of party of good-bye more than a goodbye. Toh, if really I had to put us a strangeness there I would put the music!»

  I have interrupted him hallucinated.

  «Mark, also you, but that cazzo you are saying? What the present people to your funeral you want her/it beautiful calm and phlegmatic? With the music then? What do we pass? El Menahito? The Macarena? Do we also make the dances of group this way? Please, cazzo, please!»

  «I have not said but the people it has to come and to laugh, has responded only to the question of Chicken. However I don't understand because you stiffen yourself so much, he was joking.»

  «Beautiful way of the cazzo to joke!» I have replied.

  «Vabbè, is not that cannot be spoken of the death! To talk to lightness of it is only the way to exorcize that inevitable moment. On the other hand" Who wants to live forever?" it said Freddie, and according to me it was right!»

  «Freddie who? Freddy Krueger?» you/he/she has asked serious Chicken.

  «Freddie Mercury! Who wants to live forever? Tell me if it is wrong!»

  Mark had two manias.

  The Swiss candy to the grasses and the music of the Queen of Freddie Mercury. I don't know of precise when you/he/she had begun to listen to them, probable that someone more adult had handed down him them, you/he/she is sure what Mark possessed every album, every single, every trace of the discografia of Freddie Mercury. I understood all the posthumous titles. It was his/her musical Gospel, and also me that I listened to them with pleasure I didn't succeed to he/she understands the absolute devotion of my friend toward that group.

  «Cazzo, is a Karaoke or a funeral? Also the Queen you want? It seems me really that you are straparlando now!» I have contested sour.

  «Have not said that I want the Queen to my funeral! Have I asked only, quoting Freddie," who wants to live forever?" You, would Paul, like to live forever?»

  I have not answered.

  I am falsely me closed in a silence of snob disapproval and I have attended that with to pass some kilometers the unreasonable debate it expired.

  To the height in Rome, David drove awake and serene, Mark dozed comfortable in the back of the mean, Gianca shared with Chicken the tiredness and the earphones of the usual reader mp3.

  Trying to eradicate from the head annoying thoughts as prickly bees on the accident, on the death, on the to be realized how much fear I had some future, I have fallen asleep.

  I have made a dream, but I won't tell him/it.

  I wake up, rather, Gianca has wakened up me with the classical his/her tenderness.

  «Oh, mister paranoia! Do you want to shoot the marathon of the sleep or us to you worthy of your irreplaceable enthusiasm?»

  We had just passed Cosenza and I/you/they have remained surprised to have slept so for a long time.

  David heavily snored on the bunk close to mine, to the place of command you/he/she was installed, not without arousing perplexity the admiral Emanuele Pollo. The commander however you/he/she had conducted us, together with the credit navigator Gianca, really where we would have owed the approximate but correct calculations of David to be second: unbelievable.

  The face and the ugly thoughts of the preceding evening have washed, I have eaten a piece of bread by now dry and a bit of chocolate, drunk of the water. David, that slept after a whole night to drive, was the only good motive not to turn on the autoradio: the trip had become too much silent and linear.

  Fortunately just ended that pale breakfast David you/he/she has jumped standing as if an inside alarm clock had reactivated him of hit. You/he/she has begun with the his/her two or three swearwords of I resume and is sat on the edge of the undone bunk.

  David woke up every time cursing and insulting against the whole solar system. It didn't do him/it with a Royal wickedness or a valid motivation, it was a thing so, to burden himself/herself/themselves and to get ready himself/herself/themselves to the day.

  No more than four hours you/he/she had slept and they were seen in his eyes red striations of tiredness, nevertheless you/he/she has not beaten eyelash, a glass of water is taken, you/he/she has lit up a cigarette and you/he/she has told Chicken that, just gone out of the highway, the command of the mean would have returned to him.

  Chicken huffily has mugugnato something
but you/he/she is subdued to the will of the official driver. Mark has signalled the necessity to buy as soon as possible of the biscuits and you/he/she has put on the coffee.

  The air was bright and already warm when the camper, again in the hands of David, you/he/she has begun the climb for the small country of the hinterland calabro of which Chicken was native.

  Looking over the glasses of the camper the Mediterranean hills you/they could perfectly be perceived some landscape. There was odor in true summer in Calabria and the dry earth, the white houses, the itinerant ones that you/they sold onions to the edges of the road, the plants of fig trees of Indian and the blue horizon on which the shade of Stromboli supported him made the small scaling toward the country a marvelous cloth.

  At that time the Cd of the trip proposed" you comes and he goes, however dancing, perhaps thinking a life won't be enough, he comes and he goes, holding the life for the tail, in the case that God is not in the center...." We have started singing as a scolaresca in trip there and, two songs later we have reached the country.

  The country was not that an only street of asphalt that cut heaps of houses grown in unorganized way and apparently decomposed. They were almost all old buildings, erect without a clear architectural criterion and redrawn in the time by amplifications, changes and restructurings to the good one. There was not a true plaza but a line of the street that it widened for entertaining some parking lot, the church square of a small nineteenth-century church, a pair of benches of cement whitened to the shade of the tiglis and the entry of a cafe tobaccos: cafe inn" it Strolls her."

  We have parked the camper in that only possible space and we have gone down looking around us uncertain as lost baggages.

  Despite Chicken he was more times dwelled in to assure us how much we had attended and pleasant, me, Gianca and David we reflected in to clumsily move us for the plaza a state of uncertainty and inadequacy from mailed with few malices.

  Mark is immediately seemed instead inserted in the context. It was less sweaty than us and generally surer and smiling in to appraise the landing. It seemed a head definite scout on the to make himself/herself/themselves.

  «Chicken, goes to ask to your uncle if the camper can be left here» you/he/she has begun.

  «I think of yes, whoever you want that touch him/it? However we ask, he/she is never known!» Chicken has responded.

  «You start to go, I go to buy the cigarettes to the cafe and arrival» you/he/she has added Gianca, and remembering to be me remains of it without also me I have immediately followed him.

  Before I/you could enter together with him the cafe tobaccos Chicken, reached the other head of the piazzetta, you/he/she has shouted to take him a pair of packets that then you/he/she would have settled.

  Aware of the nth expense to lost fund, has entered the place with Gianca.

  For how much we were to more than thousand kilometers of distance, the atmosphere of the cafe inn" it Strolls her" it was exactly identical to that of the Wine cellar: retired busy to tell him her of holy reason during a game papers, two guys from the air desperate intents to shake complaining the videopokers, some boys assembled in a game of calciobalilla with around some disinterested spectator, a lazy and silent barkeeper that, you/he/she had been more in meat, I would have thought pits Silvio of travel allowance.

  Just crossed the entry you/they have noticed us everybody.

  It was as if we were invading a habitat of a different kind. I believe pits a legitimate attitude: every time also happened to the Wine cellar, it was natural, if a new face entered, it was quadrated afoot afresh it with threatening attention, as if the stable frequentazione of a place justified reactions of defense or, generically, a sense of possession and such affiliation to be allowed hard looks toward the intruder.

  Gianca has asked to the barman:

  «Me from two Marlboros?» And that, without not even answering, you/he/she has put on the bench the two packets. He has paid and you/he/she is defile for doing I space me.

  When you/he/she has been my turn I have noticed one of the spectators of the game of calciobalilla to draw near over-the-counter particularly incuriosito. Did I desire to proceed to the purchase and to go out in hurry, but has the guy asked indiscreet with strong accent of the place «But what, are you you the friends of Chicken? The Lombardis you are you?»

  And of hit the environment in which there were penetrated is seemed me more hostile. I have hesitated an instant to answer, I wanted to absolutely be sure to have understood what the strange character had asked me. It had the reddish skin and an undershirt abandoned on the thick fur that almost entirely covered him the braccias. I have looked at him in the dark eyes and I have nodded smiling kind.

  The air of the whole place is stretched completely.

  Twenty minutes later, when Chicken and the others not seeing us arrive has reached us to the baretto, Gianca and I we were to the third Gin Lemon offered by our Calabrian friends.

  Chicken has greeted as it was a legionary returned after years and all they are jumped him I set riempiendolo of convinced embraces and of sonorous open pacche by hand on the shoulders and on the back. While they were tightening him to him, all they asked questions and whoever pretended updatings detailed on his/her state and on that of the whole family Chicken emigrated to the north.

  He has shortly responded but with extreme gentleness, using mainly the sentences of circumstance that are used in cases as that. You/he/she has also refused, in the general amazement, the Gin Lemon persistently offered him, then, turning to me and Gianca, you/he/she has ordered us to move sees us that his/her uncles were waiting us to have lunch.

  Before going out of the cafe, there are busy for a match of kick to 5, the revenge of the game disputed six years before in which if I am not wrong we had won us. We have arranged to play her/it in evening to the town campetto, meeting at 21.30 o'clock.

  I have ended the Gin Lemon warmingly thanking and it was some as if the relatives of Chicken had also become quickly my relatives and of Gianca.

  Even though that thick appetizer made me slightly turn the head, I didn't not at all feel me drunk and when Chicken has confirmed its hurry I/you/they are gone out of the place without the least motor obstacle.

  The first time we had come in Calabria to satisfy Chicken. It was a tireless supporting of the native region and it observed fierce his/her origins every qual turns it happened to discuss in general of the problem list and of the characteristics of the people of the south and the politics-cultural situation of the midday.

  It returned from his/her relatives every year and every year his/her relatives they welcomed him/it as the prodigal figliol.

  Chicken didn't have anybody trace of the south in the language of every day, him" it transformed" in Calabrian fiery only when riveniva to the paesello or when it heavily quarreled with someone. Memory once in which, for a rubbed parking lot, you/he/she had risked to make to be killed by one with at least thirty kilos more than him I set. I was in car with Chicken that time and memory that, in front of the received dishonesty, an exaggerated fury had departed him, far years light from the placid nature and some out of the world that I attributed him.

  You/he/she had gone down from the auto cursing and threatening the bad ominide in narrow Calabrian dialect, very tightened by to seem anymore an ancient idiom that a dialect: incomprehensible. To say the truth, apart the dialect, her/it you/he/she had not impressed a lot me; as it is said, I knew my Chicken and you/he/she was seemed me until too much plebeian, false, built, to frighten a big man as that. It seemed a wrestler dilettante to the first meeting my partner and I was mentally already me prepared to offer him a dignified burial when you/he/she is seen the infamous bestione. Yet, stuff not to be believed, that pantomime had intimidated so much the enemy that had not only spared his life, it was even excused for the gesture and you/he/she had thoughtfully removed the auto from the contended parking lot.

  Impressive the power of the common plac
es.

  However, when we have arrived in front of the residence of his/her/their uncles, Gianca has observed as the house it had the aspect more than an abandoned ruin that of a legitimate residence. They were all so the houses of the country, so consumed by to communicate sense of abandonment of carelessness and of poverty.

  Crossed contrarily not hardly the threshold, you/he/she is seemed to enter to Ducal Building or to the Palace of Caserta there.

  The walls had been bleached of coolness and in the rooms walls of simple plaster to partitions they were alternated in Venetian plaster. I furnish him it was so loaded to be resulted stucchevole: out Paintings, dead natures in Baroque frames, wood furniture ingot and tied up carpets by hand, couches of ancient green velvet with tassels bordeaux, cristalliere of various dimensions full of oggettini of doubt taste. The environment was impregnate of synthetic notes of flowers of field and everything, every thing, it resulted heavy, oppressive.

  We are in every case remained impressed by the deep difference between the inside of the residence and the external façade. Altogether the house was as some people, the whole completely discordant and opposite, hidden and distant worlds one to the other.

  Chicken, regardless of the fact that years first his/her uncles had entertained us for twelve days in the small unauthorized annex drawn by a garage, you/he/she has introduced us his/her aunt as if we were never met there.

  His/her aunt, regardless of the fact that six years had passed, you/he/she has welcomed us instead as own nephews with celebrations, embraces and so excessive smiles from opinion built.

  Upsetting as he/she remembered us.

  It perfectly remembered not only the full name of each, but also the exact age, the composition of the family nucleuses, the developed job and the state of recent health. You/he/she has asked to Gianca if the you/he/she was passed the otite, to David if you/he/she had succeeded in selling the motorbike.

  I don't know when and from who had received all those notifiches, probably in the long phone calls with the mother of Chicken, it is sure what I would have liked to suggest my dossier to adjourn her when you/he/she has asked me as it went with the girl. Instead I/you/they have been more delicate and I have simply answered «In short... tall and low.»

  Luckily the meeting with his/her/their uncle has been all right. You/he/she has been less expansive in to see again us and without any more digestible doubt.

  Made the presentations, we have crossed the corridor to reach the room from lunch. I have thrown glances in every room, keeping on recording the sumptuous and nauseating air of the place. After all to the passage, in a kind of niche, there was still the walled safe of his/her/their uncle. It cared inside twelve, I say twelve, hunting rifles and a pair of guns. I knew the content of the safe because to the times of our first stay, Chicken had insisted for the whole vacation because his/her uncle opened him. At the end he had opened her and you/he/she had shown us the arsenal, except then to confide us that you/he/she was not gone out once personally even to hunting in all of his/her life, it was alone" impassioned" of weapons.

  Arrived in the room by lunch, a big table of walnut-tree wound by a precious tablecloth in lacy fabric, believes flax of the Flanders, you/he/she has welcomed more us prepared than we could dream. We desired deeply a true meal and we have eaten and drunk as wild boars for two good hours.

  At the end of the lunch, I was so convinced to be to the veglione of New Year's eve that I waited for lentils and zampone.

  During the lavish meal the jail cell of David rings. I have marveled of as him, impeccably polite in certain circumstances, it went out of house and him assentasse for almost twenty minutes.

  When you/he/she has reentered, Mark has asked him:

  «There is something that doesn't go? Everything well?»

  He has responded I dispatch ache concealing a certain irritation.

  «No, no, all to place!»

  After a banquet of the kind, the youngest cousin of Chicken has insisted because we picked her/it up" A Fire" that his/her father rarely used and we went all and you are to the sea. Obviously we have satisfied him.

  To the 14.30 on the beach of Zambrone there were something as 42 degrees. It will be that I will have had in circle a rate of parmigiana of eggplants 10 times superior to the values allowed by the law, but I am sure to have seen to swim, offshore the blue waves of the sea calabro, Moby dick, the Sirenetta with the crab Sebastian and pure Nemo with all of his/her friends.

  It is a miracle as none of us after the 3 games of beach volley, the 2 of racchettoni and the inevitable exit in it pedaled both collassato. Naturally at 20.00 o'clock, returning in country, the thought that from there to a hour we would have had to play to kick it didn't thrill anybody.

  David, that was seemed nervous for the whole afternoon and however very silent, you/he/she has asked impatient:

  «But do we have to do her/it for strength cazzo of departed fottuta it is? What balls!»

  The seventeen year-old cousin of Chicken has replied him, Except.

  «But him Dave! What does it hinder yourself? Be a friendly game, nothing of what! Won't you be afraid to make ugly figures?»

  Contrarily of David and of us, Except it waited for the game as a child it attends the night of Christmas. Six years before you/he/she had not been able to participate in the meeting with the foreigners for age limit and being the small soccer talent of the paesello quivered for showing his/her qualities in a different context from the usual provincial championship.

  I have also begged Vishnu that David didn't recommend to the young cousin of Chicken to undergo himself/herself/themselves to a rettoscopia operated by professor Rocco Siffredi. Fortunately, and certain not without effort, Zinzi has been silent. Has you/he/she mumbled incredulous only «Dave?» And we have quickly reentered in the paesello.

  Good evening to all kind listeners. We are connected from this absorbed town campetto in the depth hinterland calabro to furnish you an ample synthesis of the meeting of poster of today: Lombardy VS Calabria.

  There was today the public of the great occasions and the match has not betrayed indeed it attended her.

  I give to give you the formations.

  In sweater all white of cotton (the health's sweater) the formation Lombarda:

  Emanuele Pollo among the poles - the rampart of the defense: David Curti - Paul Orlando on the right - to the left the infallible left-handed Giancarlo Abbacini - to complete the attack the bomber Mark Innocentini.

  On the other side of the field, in sweater rossoblu 100% polyester sponsorizzata" cafe inn Strolls her" the formation Calabra:

  Emanuele Pollo,cugino and homonym among the poles - Joseph Pollo, greater brother of Emanuele Pollo (that Calabrian) center of the defense - Vincent Anthony's cousin on the right - Anthony Vincent's cousin on the left - Savior Chicken, motto Except, cousin of the two Emanueles Pollo, of Joseph, but also of Anthony even if not of Vincent, to complete the attack.

  In disposition bench of the Calabris: Raffaele Pollo, father of Except and uncle of all except Vincent.

  It directs the meeting Mr. Raffaele Pollo (the same in bench with the team calabra).

  But we depart with the synthesis of the competition:

  The formation guest departs better. To 3' Hemming steals center of the field ball and it serves Innocentini that, reentered on the left one, it allows to depart a precise rasoiata on which nothing is able the doorman adversary. 0 to 1.

  To 5' Chicken Excepted it seizes the balance after having overcome as ninepins Curti and you Blind. Both the players of the team lombardas appear in evident athletic worry. 1 to 1.

  For about ten minutes the teams face him without hocking particularly the doormen. Only exception, the beautiful parade of Emanuele Pollo (north) on personal initiative of Chicken Excepted.

  To 16' you Blind it perhaps has a decrease of sugars because it loses ball in enough incomprehensible way and it allows the cousin of Anthony, Vincent, to serv
e Chicken Excepted that point definite Curti. The young calabro would seem to have the worse but, helping himself/herself/itself with the braccias, it destabilizes Curti and it inserts the defending extreme lombardo with a sumptuous pallonetto. 2 to 1.

  To signal an indication of complaint of Curti toward the manager of competition. The arbiter confirms in every way the regularity of the goal, but you/he/she warns Chicken Excepted not to hurt himself/herself/themselves" that then mother Nunzia shouts him/it."

  To 25' it spreads the team calabro with the personal tripletta of the twenty-year old Chicken Excepted. The young prank the doorman cousin and a Curti he/she anchors in guilty delay with a hit from billiards. 3 to 1 for the calabris and prolonged celebrations (frankly excessive) of the bomber calabro.

  To 27' and something, Anthony" the cousin of all" it reports of" to have us the pins in the calves." The arbiter decrees with inexplicable but liked advance the end of the first time.

  The second time opens with the renouncement of Anthony that the teeth tighten but it don't make her/it.

  Raffaele replaces him/it" his/her uncle" that he/she remains also however manager of competition because Anthony has to escape" that you/he/she has us people to house."

  To 2' some second time Blinds it goes down on the elegant left as a grizzly in pajamas to pois and it supports for Hemming that he/she sees Innocentini I free on the right. The German italo makes to depart a missile that breaks him on the crossroad. Unbelievable as Curti, even though to few meters from the door, doesn't succeed in bagging for the opposition, valued to regulate, of uncle Raffaele and of the usual uncontrollable Chicken Excepted.

  The disapproval of Curti is riassumibile in the eleven count consecutive swearwords reading the labial one.

  To 5' and some, Chicken Excepted it again faces Curti in a body body.

  Also this time would seem to have the best the lombardo, but the young Chicken falling succeeds somehow to get further the ball.

  It is 6' minute of the second time when David Curti makes sign to the boy to get up.

  The two harshly faces him exchanging himself/herself/itself tense glances and words a little gallant. The thing would seem to end there, but suddenly David Curti thrusts a dry heading to the cousin of Chicken that collapses lifeless.

  I have not understood anything.

  I could not believe that in a partitella of that kind a similar uproar could be produced. We are courses all in direction of David that you/he/she was immediately taken with his/her father of Except, the uncle of Chicken. They howled all and all they pushed, they wagged him, they shook the braccias, they kicked fidgety to belong to the eccentric scenography.

  In reality it came even to laugh because it was a so ridiculous thing that seemed impossible could happen.

  Yet has happened, and you/he/she has been as an explosion.

  In a fraction of according to, whoever among the presents is turned into the coarse caricature of himself. Disproportionate attitudes, pathetic movements of presumed superiority on the other, threatening words, worries, threats and techniques of subjugation and psychological embezzlement. All very rough and stylized: a film of scarce quality with actors from four money.

  Only Mark is worried about to check Except. When the young cousin of Chicken is raised again I have thrown a breath of relief because, although you/he/she had the swollen underlip as a rowboat and bloody, you/he/she didn't seem then so in bad state, of sure thanks to the sky you/he/she didn't have anything of broken, only the pride.

  Hardly taking conscience of the dimensions what happened in fact also the youth Except you/he/she has obviously taken to interpret his/her part in the turmoil. You/he/she has started to threaten David with it howls and insults, beating more however in air braccia and legs in an attempt of aggression displayed how effective.

  Mark has been able to almost immediately calm him/it, I don't know what has told him.

  Gianca and our Chicken, entered trance calabra, they looked for to fury of shoves to restore the calm and to avoid that David had the worse against the whole team of house. The more esagitatos of all it was however the uncle of Chicken, that cursed and smaniava and it pushed in the desperate effort of impattare with David.

  With to spend some minutes, the initial heat of his/her/their uncle is turned into an intermittence violence. Uncle first Raffaele seemed to calm down and to estrange from the epicentro of the fact, returned even more then to the position vehement and irascible, load of it howls, of unpredictable gestures and of hot accelerations that enriched of further ridiculousness the odd choreography.

  I have taken a handful in face, I have picked her up from Emanuele Pollo, which of the two doesn't know.

  You/he/she is treated only of something more than a pat, a light hit, emerged entirely by the turmoil with casual dynamics. Yet the taken blow has been enough to make to also emerge in me raw and noisy reactions of counterattack that Mark to work you/he/she has known how to circumscribe.

  We have gone on for about ten good minutes. Different upsurges of decomposed fury interposed by brief moments of shiny apparent quiet; other words to the poison, other impudent glances of David, threats of that, excuses of this, reproaches of that other.

  Of a line uncle Raffaele has instantly calmed.

  I expected me for the nth resumption when you/he/she has shouted to everybody instead to stop her/it and you/he/she has gone from the campetto without adding a word, calm as if nothing had not happened.

  Few minutes and the caciara you/he/she is stopped entirely, his/her cousins have gone and also Except, wet handkerchief on the lip, has taken the street of house.

  We have returned to the camper incredulous and mute. Chicken has not followed us on the mean, you/he/she has been climbed in the house by his/her/their uncles to apologize himself/herself/themselves what happened.

  We have falsely waited for his/her return relaxed, as in the saletta of attended of the dentist.

  When you/he/she has arrived you/he/she has not spoken a lot, you/he/she was evidently bored and cross, but you/he/she has not directly referred to what happened and you/he/she has avoided to pronounce him on David and on his/her gesture.

  You/he/she has affirmed only «better if we go.»

  He was not able whether to agree with him.

  David, not at all reformed, you/he/she has exclaimed arrogant:

  «Excellent! Let's go from this country of the cazzo! What otherwise it touches me to pick all of them up how much to headings these imbeciles!»

  Anybody however it is still fallen in the provocation of his/her poisonous words and you excite for the brawl and David you/he/she has not received some kind of answer.

  Mark has prevented the official driver to drive telling him that you/he/she was too shaken for doing him/it. David has altered as you/he/she would have been able to be a child in punishment, except then to accept and swiftly to defile after all him to the mean. You/he/she is realized also probably at that time to have reached the limit of patience from the group, because you/he/she is laid down desolate above one of the bunks murmuring «Porca puttana, every time, cazzo!»

  They were the 23.00 when, without having dined and without being us not even washed, we are practically escaped from Calabria: to Tropea there had not even been and in the blue camper in descent along the hill covered at night you/he/she could irreparably be breathed only a broken toy atmosphere.

  3. Saint Maria of Leuca (Salento)

  The considerations on how much had happened they have been suspended and inviolable for almost two hours, more or less up to the exit from the Naples. Reggio, direction Salerno.

  Although we could not do him/it with the camper in movement, there are alternate in a turn of hasty and uncomfortable showers. Particularly, when you/he/she has been my turn I have washed with authentic impatience toward the little space and toward the discomfort given from the continuous hesitations of the mean and from my consequential losses of stability under the lukewarm too
throw of the water.

  Soaping me the back and the neck I thought to what pits the correct attitude to be assumed towards David. It is true that after all nothing had not happened of so serious to justify definitive positions, but I was so much height of aggressive overlaps that I would be been able to explode. It didn't have anything to do with only it the fact that we had had to modify the vacation for the gestures from lunatic to which David during the years had gotten used besides us and it didn't even concern the let-down received by that slap emerged in the uproar, there was more. There was the fermentation of years of misunderstandings and forced patiences, deep divergences caratteriali and contentiouses on the role, on the charisma, on the position inside the entourage of the frequentazionis and the friends. In shower for an instant I am sure to have desired of prevaricare David with all of my strengths, also physics. For how much I acknowledged me the background baseness of my thought and the immoderate opportunism in to want to face David in a moment in which you/he/she would not have had the support of anybody, I/you/they are gone out of the shower decided to attach him/it.

  Smanettava with the stretched out cellular phone on the usual bunk rubbed after all to the camper, completely to the dark, only the blue light of the display reflected on the dark skin.

  I immediately have volutamente tried to shift the global silence making considerations on the repercussions that the turmoil would have had on the family of Chicken.

  «Beautiful figure that have done! And to think that we could be still now to supper to house of his/her/their uncles. Chicken, when return home will see how much lead will be you your mother! For strength, I/you/he/she bring us from your relatives, they offer them us an island of convenience and we almost end up beating us with the whole family. Absurd, cazzo!»

  I/you/they have been vague thinking that some emphasis to put in the generalization was an enough strategy to instigate the decomposed reaction of David. It was really that, his/her opposition, that I looked for with absolute determination. I moved me, I spoke and I posed me putting me on a plain sopraelevato, hoping to pick the fiery nature of that that I was considering the absolute enemy of the moment to all the effects. I was convinced entirely that the incontrollabilità of the reactions of David to show was already by itself a victory, I wanted to instigate him/it, to make the control lose him as I was a lawyer of American film: to show the guilt of the accused to the jury, would have dragged him up to the classical crisis of nerves with attached admission of guilt.

  Has chicken commented «Minchia indeed, now who my mother feels her/it?» But you/he/she has not gone over.

  Mark is seemed me to come behind. «Here is thing happens to be friends of a sociopatico!» you/he/she has considered, tells however an amusing tone and quietly resigned that you/he/she immediately is seemed away from the intolerance of which I was invaded.

  Gianca has begun to joke us above, underlining faces and expressions and commenting the fact happened as an episode goliardico, a serious prank even in which a little boy had justly taken a heading because you/he/she had gone too much indeed out of the lines. You/he/she has concluded saying «And however Chicken excuses, it will be also your cousin, but at least it learns to understand when and with whom can make the stupid.»

  You/he/she is seemed me unbelievable as Chicken it seemed to share the thought of Gianca and I could not even imagine that also Mark, somehow, it bore the gesture completed by David. I felt the desire of retaliation to grow in a way indeed spropositato, but I didn't want to stop me, I wanted only that David, that I imagined me sogghignante and pleased to the shade of the light of the leds of the telephone, it badly reacted to the provocation definitely discrediting himself/herself/itself in front of everybody.

  I have lifted the draught. «Yes, from the, let's render less dramatic! So much is everything normal for us! It is normal that one to almost thirty years go around for Italy to trim headings. It is normal that the same person always makes him disqualify, practically to life, for the same motive. It is everything normal in times as these where all are justifiable because so much they see of each. Cazzo, is almost thirty years old! Mark among some will be father and us beat even there as bulli of district in vacation! Could break his nose, were able stuffed seriously badly, porca puttana! For thing then? For a game of calcetto! But do you realize of it or no that you are an adult and the things you cannot face her so?»

  Truth is that it didn't rub anything of it.

  It didn't interest at all me any health of the cousin of Chicken and even of the tolerance to the violence that the mass had developed. I wanted only to know David hurt by my words.

  Mark has reorganized «Vabbè, from the, we don't exaggerate. Has happened, stings. You/he/she cannot make a case. The squirted one also knows him/it him to have been wrong, but on the other hand it is the whole day that has the crooked moon. We know that you/he/she is done so, if it turns badly him it becomes over measure aggressive. But yes, that know? Even one day if an instant that crazy head records her/it that has and it also calms down him. For unfortunately it touches now us to hold him/it to us, so!»

  It is really because of the kindness of Mark that I/you/they am overdue in the low hits.

  «Is all right so that the! So much we know him/it how Mr. David Curti is. Until the things they are all right you can turn together there, but if it has then his/her cazzis you have to be afraid of that that can combine. Be right Mark, become aggressive, as the dogs! After all you cannot wait a lot yourself from one grown in the total absence of rules and figures. Let's allow him everything, let's grant him everything! Even it calms down... mah!»

  I have not even had the time to realize how much I/you had shinily been I win that David has lifted with a rapid and hot tempered release in my direction. I have felt the muscles of the legs become stiff himself/herself/themselves, the skin of the face to burn full of the blood quickly flowed, and I have concretized that, if David was not stopped and you/he/she had attached me, I would have been completely unprepared and destined to suffer. David however you/he/she has not struck me but you/he/she is stopped with the face to no more than five centimeters of distance from mine fixing me with true fury.

  I perfectly perceived the pure anger of a friend betrayed in the depth of his/her sufferings, nevertheless I have continued to recite a script by now inadequate and I have subsequently provoked him

  «Thing you want to do? Do you want to also give a heading and me to complete the work?»

  I had the trembling voice and the tachycardia. I cannot say that I was afraid of David in itself; in a comparison of young male animals that you/they vindicate his/her own role inside a flock, the answers of my body they were more physiological: I would have battled. But going over the instinctive reasons, I understood to have crossed the confinements within which you/he/she should be a friendship and I have begun to fear not to be able to return back.

  David has stiffened the neck and stopped the breath. You/he/she has simply said then:

  «Are also a big coglione you! I have always considered you better than that that are, but truth is that you also make punishment you!» And he is riseduto on the messy bunk taking back to smanettare with the jail cell.

  Chicken and Gianca, by now contracts and prepared to separate the dawning tension, they have returned to sit.

  I have looked at Mark's eyes reflected in the retrovisore looking for a partial understanding but I have found only you total accusation and disapproval and I have absolutely felt wrong.

  After ten minutes of march I have tried to apologize to David. In the perfect silence that was created, I have turned toward his/her position and I have whispered «Zinzi...»

  He has interrupted me calm but definite. «You are silent some!»

  And I/you/they have reverted in the void of that absurd night.

  The rest of the trip is departed so: suffocated by silences of grudge.

  At 4.00 o'clock broken, gone out of the street Appia, we have reached S. Maria o
f Leuca and, after about twenty minutes given to turn without precise destinations, Mark has stopped the camper in the any square saying that you/he/she was too much tired to continue and that we would not have been able better however to find of.

 

  In the Salento there had been only five days, five years before. You/he/she had substantially been an anonymous vacation, dictated by the opportunity given by the marriage of a cousin of Gianca. Obviously Gianca was the only one to have been invited, but you/he/she had gotten to be able him to bring four friends" of company." We had lodged out in an apartment hand of ownership of the father of the bridegroom, as always zero expenses.

  To be vague I could absolutely consider that stay a relaxing vacation in which had not developed that life of sea; reality is that the balls we were incredibly broken there and later as soon as five days, three of which pasts feeding us some leftovers of the wedding to which you/he/she had participated Gianca, we had decided to go.

  When Mark has extinguished the lights of the mean I have wondered how much sure to sleep in that excavated dark and isolated was, but I have had neither the desire nor the strength to express nothing and without realizing I/you/they have quickly collapsed in a lethargic sleep of it.

  I wake up for the warm one. The plate of the camper absorbed the fierce sun of the late forenoon as it was a tin can thrown above a power on brazier. I had sweat among the hair, on the neck, on the pillow, in the folds of the knees and the groin. I have looked through the saturated air of the cabin and I have noticed that David had already lifted, then I/you/they have gone down from the mean.

  It was sat above one of the chairs from camping that they belonged to our endowment.

  It looked at the sea.

  When we were stopped before there the evening, I would not have been able to leastly imagine that we were positioned in such a beautiful place there. The sea trespassed in front of the eyes dark and foamy and the town, that he/she remained to our right, could almost entirely be gathered in his/her own essence: the inside streets you traffic of people, the slow autos looking for parking lot, the blocks of stone of the dazzling most ancient constructions almost for the strength of the light.

  I have had an immediate return of comfort, the air was warm but ventilated.

  I have taken a chair from camping and I have placed her of side to that of David, he has left that I did.

  «Looks at the lighthouse! I didn't even remember him/it to me! And the city? All white! Spectacular!» I have begun.

  «Beautiful indeed! But are we sure to be here already there states? I don't remember to have seen a place of the kind» David has answered before we spoke seriously there.

  «Zinzi, excuse for yesterday. I am behaved by benemerito stupid.»

  «You have exaggerated, but I had also exaggerated. We are equal, you/he/she can be gone over.»

  I didn't understand if the tone detached of David were the natural expression of whom wanted to throw him really the thing to the shoulders or it represented a new distance within which you/he/she had established that had then to be our relationship from there in.

  «I don't think at all that you are grown to I skid him/it. I have never afforded to consider you a social misfit neither I have ever commiserated you for your family situation. You are only a friend for me and, aldilà of the friendship, considers you a good person.»

  «What has happened with mine is not very different from what happens to a lot of people in the world and of sure it doesn't justify me for the cazzates that I am doing to gust in my life.»

  He/she not only spoke as if you/he/she had very concretely thought on how much happened the evening before but as if you/he/she had thought deeply on himself, everything himself.

  «Paul, has to go, I have to succeed us» you/he/she has said.

  «Eh? Where? But you are not about to put you in really?»

  «No. Not more. I have in dance a contract. I have to do a preliminary with an Australian firm. I depart, I go. Yesterday I was nervous because it seemed there were problems with the documents for the expatriation. Cazzos, are so near that to the alone thought to fail.»

  «Australia?»

  «It is that true America today!»

  «But don't you even speak English, but that bushels saying?»

  «What cazzo rubs of it of the English! I go to settle there, at all to hold raced of diction! The language I will learn her/it, would be now also! Possible that are the only ones to the world that don't detach a word of English?»

  «And it is all right, you go in Australia to learn the English, then however lathes and you put yourself in really!»

  «Paul, cazzo, doesn't think it more to put me in really! How does it do him to think about starting a firm in Italy today? Am not talking you of a thing to time, I don't go to make a vacation I study, have taken a decision! I go there for staying us!»

  «And because? For money?»

  «I will earn twice almost that that profit here, but it is not that. Mark is right and also yesterday you were right. I am too much unstable, aggressive, dangerous by now. I always risk to burst from a moment to the other and I am so crushed by the weight and by the stress of the place where I work that it will go to end that I will ruin forever me the life. Cazzo, by now they are exactly as them, I don't see ten centimeters over my reasons and my affairs and I am so full of hostility toward everything and everybody that the only way is to leave again from zero. I have to restart.»

  «Is not true! Don't be this way! But because Australia then?! Do you return yourself account that would be able not to be the new world that waits yourself?»

  «Would perhaps be able not to be him/it, and I would find only me, down there, with the completely open nerves! But you/he/she could be also it; you/he/she could be very better also of that cazzos of lake that it sticks you I set as an avid sow. Think of us: different spaces, different cultures, different people, different behaviors. Do you remember the courses of welding that I have done? I have practically taken every patent of qualification and after little time you/they have looked for them to me. It is a multinational firm with filial all over the world, industrial cantieristica. The Italian center is in Pisa and from there you/they have called me to propose me the experience in one foreign branch of theirs. Think that have summoned only me for the votes that have taken in the examinations to the courses! Do you understand? Do you return yourself account? Any favor because are relative of that or that other, any recommendation, any culos to be licked! Doesn't it seem yourself unbelievable? Oh, is not at all a walk to have a permission of I work in Australia! Is Paul, an opportunity, that I have to lose?»

  I have not even tried to tell David that an error was doing. You/he/she would not have listened to me and however I didn't think him/it. Codardamente was not escaping from its past and from its problems, you/he/she was building only a second occasion with the appointment and the work of his/her own job.

  Because not to try then? What did it have to lose?

  «David that to say. The esteems You for the conviction, the solidity and the devotion that you put in the things that you I give!» And He has responded «Thanks, we hope!»

  Then after few second from that new and unbelievable revelation the voice of Chicken is heard that, gone down by the camper with Gianca and Mark, you/he/she has howled with the usual ways idiots.

  «And the Madonna, but that beautiful place!»

  Before we rejoined us with the group David you/he/she has stopped me.

  «Not to tell anything please, we make one thing at a time. When we return I tell him/it me, always that everything is all right!»

  I have answered «Ok» and I have seen in the eyes of Mark that it drew near a true complaisance for happens him reconciliation.

  We have turned, imprisoned of the incandescent mean, up to find her/it before and perhaps only area equipped for the standstill camper. Mark, taking too seriously himself/herself/itself some, he/she spoke as a young well formed t
ourist guide.

  «Leuca, White. It is the name that you/they gave her the Greek fishermen for the brightness of the place. Here the two seas, the Adriatic and the Ionian meet him, and for this motive the ancient Romans called the place" You the earth's end" from which takes the name the basilica" De finibus terrae" that I propose to visit. As the lighthouse, more than 200 stairs to reach the top and to enjoy of an exceptional panorama.»

  Knowing him/it, I knew the itinerary you/he/she would be studied.

  I Mark it didn't conceptually depart never for an unorganized trip and, even if until here you/he/she had not been able to give an intellectual contribution to the consignment, now that it had not the opportunity of it if the left era to escape.

  Mark loved to gather the intrinsic sense of the places that visited and they interested him deeply the culture, the art and the historical origins of the places that he saw and of the people that you/he/she knew.

  I have listened to him with pleasure while it was drawing that that according to his/her point of view it was the good way of gathering the city pugliese, then however Chicken has interrupted him.

  «You feel some, Peter Angela of the cazzo, I also see her/it to me your basilica of the" earth trolley bus", but I have a hunger devastante. It is not that among so much culture there is space to eat something?»

  In effects also Chicken had its motivations.

  We have taken accords to spend the night in the zone equipped with an ambiguous character that, thick whisker and black hairpiece, sustained to be the owner of the camping. The funny character has invited us to enjoy some beauty of the place, you/he/she is vainly proposed to mend the plant of conditioning that you/he/she had known broken chatting with Gianca and you/he/she has tried to sell to Chicken, for a torn price, sunglasses guaranteed original Gucci.

  Chicken has staggered, but you/he/she has refused the proposal.

  From the camping we have moved afoot there making a beautiful street piece. Arrived in center, Mark has roused a small ristorantino on the long sea: typical kitchen, good relationship quality price.

  When it happens me to eat in another city I always have an excellent sfiga. Or understands in a place where the criterions of cleaning are comparable to those of a favelas or understands in a typical restaurant however out context: of the type that I have eaten in a Sardinian restaurant to Rome, to Florence in a Mexican, to you Gnaw in a Brazilian.

  This time, confirming the infallibility of the intuition of Mark, you/he/she had been all right there and sipping an excellent primitive of Manduria I/you/they are tasted me some linguines to the rock-cliff.

  It was August but the air it was marvelously dry and ventilated, I felt me from God.

  Ended the lunch we have begun the tour of the pearl of the Salento.

  We have been in the basilica, in the tower of the lighthouse and before to at least 10 different villas exaggerated by the unclassifiable style. Mark has spent the time making me confidences on the style of this and on the structural characteristics of that. It did only it with me, it drew near as if it had to confess himself/herself/themselves and it told low voice «This is the villa in Chinese style.»

  I didn't know whether to feel me honorable of the thing, aware that Mark devoted only so much hurry to whom held recettivo, or if scoglionarmi in front of the excessive dose of information.

  David, from his/her song, it tried to insert him in the discourses between me and Mark purely making observations of practical character on the housebuilding of the visited buildings, advancing doubts and perplexity on the goodness of the you plaster, of the impiantistica and of the coibentazione of the roofs.

  Chicken has longly sustained to have already seen one of the villas in one special on Italy One in which it spoke of ghosts and vampires.

  Gianca affirmed that one of the constructions were suspiciously similar to the castle of Grayskull of" He Man", accusing him by now dead planner of plagiarism.

  After sometime our driven visit you/he/she is filled with impatience, not even we were not a second average after six hours of Egyptian museum. Chicken insisted because we went to the beach, Gianca insisted because we went to the mercatinis considering that it absolutely had to buy the underwater mask to go to the beach, David you/he/she has begun to insist because we satisfied the two idiots, threatening with suppressing them with the strength if Mark and I had not resolved the thing.

  We have negotiated and we are inserted at a street there where some itinerant shed created a small arranged market.

  I don't believe in the destiny.

  I don't believe that there am already a plot writing in the things that we live and we do. It would bother me if it were so, I would feel me imprisoned as in" The Truman show" because it would mean that we are not free to create us what we want and that we cannot even avoid or to postpone what we don't want.

  Yet among those stands, discussing with Gianca on what pits the best mask compared to his/her facial conformation, a sign from the destiny I have perhaps had him.

  I had noticed entering at the most the street, a small flock of gnocca, two or three samples, to stir agile among the benches of the mercatino. Looking for the proper article for the good Gianca however, I had lost her sight and I had quickly resigned.

  While disquisivamo in capannello on the necessity to combine besides some fins and a nozzle to the essential mask of the wise Gianca, has felt to touch on the shoulder and a female voice you/he/she has asked:

  «And you thing does us here?»

  Of release I have turned, all are turned of release, attracted by the voice of a woman how much he can be a fasting white shark from a cow Chianina that he/she gropes to hair of water.

  Perhaps I didn't even have him ever felt to speak, but when I have seen her I have found her more beautiful than I/you had ever realized me. To thousand kilometers from house, I had before Alice Boffi.

  «No excuse, You that you do us here!» I have absolutely answered surprised, without considering to be able to seem impolite.

  «I am on vacation! And I believe that also you, you, be on vacation! Have you arrived today?»

  «Yes, that is we have departed Monday, but we have arrived yesterday here night.»

  «You have made a wide turn!» you/he/she has observed laughing.

  «No, no, are taking a trip to standstills with the camper! We arrive from Calabria, he/she thinks.»

  «Ah, beautiful conceives! I am here guest of my cousin, she is of Leuca.» And you/he/she has pointed out a girl behind of her, nice but some in overweight, that has drawn near handing the hand.

  «To like Julia!»

  In one minute a turn of handshakes and almost formal presentations you/he/she has departed, all with everybody.

  Gianca, that was paying the itinerant one, has greeted the three girls in way I dispatch. Not that you/he/she was bored some meeting, it was alone very busy in the fundamental purchases.

  Alice, Julia and Sarah.

  Sarah was a beautiful tipino: agile body, unthread short hair, smiled easy. Julia was not ugly, but you/he/she had a style from Valeria Marini in miniature that you/he/she got heavy the figure of it.

  Alice was very beautiful.

  Not having her ever spoken seriously, I had always considered her a timid girl, ready to entrench himself/herself/themselves behind the radiant smile when we met there racing.

  Yet in this first true meeting of ours it seemed very easier and to his/her ease than I was not me. You/he/she will have been because really you don't wait yourself to meet a person that you know in such a distant context, it will be because I didn't have I set the freshness of a restful vacation but the work of a trip from the unbalanced rhythms and from the conflicting emotions, it will be that I had never considered her of such an exciting beauty, it is sure what I felt me jammed.

  Has Alice asked «When you leave again?»

  Mark has answered her, surely you/he/she had suffered something my embarrassment.


  «Tomorrow in the first afternoon.» You/he/she has shortly explained then her the motivations of our trip.

  «You go to the beach?» you/he/she has asked Julia.

  «Theoretically yes, if that has ended to shop! Do you also want shovel and bucket?» David has answered provoking a hostile look from Gianca.

  «If you want we can go together to the beach» you/he/she has proposed then Mark with naturalness.

  «Certain! Let's do you us from guide! » enthusiastic Alice has nodded and, of accord on the to make himself/herself/themselves, we have moved in direction sea there.

  In the journey that brought us in the beach Alice it walked me before. I observed her the tanned legs, the knees slightly to" X", the thin ankles. It brought a skirt of jeans above the custom and a yellow canotta that the nervous back discovered her. It was not provocative or vulgar not at all, but it emanated a feeling of freshness and unique naturalness.

  I looked for, in the discourses along the journey, to launch clear warnings toward all; I assumed sure attitudes, I cast glances, I inserted me in the discourses, everything as if I wanted to observe by law a sort of priority toward her" my prey."

  Mark, seen the attitude, you/he/she is placed side by side and you/he/she has murmured «Paul, is understood that you like you/he/she, but now not to put to be you his/her child stupid, goes otherwise to end that you expire her.»

  Alice from his/her song didn't make mystery of his/her own interest. It looked for me with the look, it laughed to my wisecracks, you/he/she has given even me a pat on a shoulder when, speaking of the lighthouse of Leuca, I have begun to sustain the part of the young tourist guide that he takes too seriously recycling, with tone saputello, the information furnished us by Mark.

  That fist on the shoulder I consider him/it our first contact.

  After ten minutes of walk ciabattante of infradito we have arrived to a beach in central position in comparison to the country: white sand, sets marvelous.

  I have asked to Gianca how come anybody he/she remembered the place in comparison to our preceding trip.

  You/he/she has answered that to Leuca there had never been and that the place where we had sojourned it was out a paesello hand, forgotten by the Lord.

  «And because you have not brought us here?» you/he/she has complained Mark.

  «Now pick up you her with me! Don't you remember that you didn't feel like making a cazzo if not of scassarvi of beer and to go to the beach? Above all you, Paul and Chicken!»

  In effects, five years before, our indolence had prevented us from seeing over our nose. There were wrong, S. Maria of Leuca was a very beautiful place.

  Arrived in the beach there we have put in custom and flies in the sea cobalt. Alice was spectacular even more with the wet black hair. I looked at her taking care of the interest not to show me over it measures that had in his/her comparisons; I feared to appear her intrusive, excessive. Fortunately, and thanks also to the help of the looks" consigliatori" of Mark, I/you/they have succeeded in circumscribing the impudent lines of the courting and of done we have spent one delicious afternoon.

  Me dipped in the well filtered court toward Alice; Mark dipped in the discussions on his/her/their children and on the marriage with Sarah, also her promise bride; David and Chicken dipped in a merciless competition to gain the Sea mignon; Gianca dipped offshore, with the infallible mask: to the search of Nemo.

  Toward evening we are greeted there, we were all very satisfied and tired ones of the day. I had not concluded a lot with Alice, but I was sure to have thrown some good bases to reach the final zampata in evening. We are given appointment at 22.00 o'clock in the principal plaza there and we have undertaken the long walk toward the area of standstill.

  Reached the camping, the imperative was to shop: we didn't have anything in dispensation. We have taken back the mean and, you follow the indications of the frightening owner of the camping, we are supplied of all point in a market out of the center there.

  While I was loading the beer on the ribbon conveyor of the box rings my jail cell: it was my mother. I have passed the charge to the others and I/you/they are gone out of the supermarket.

  I had not felt mine anymore from when I had departed and I already imagined me a series of endless complaints on the fact that I/you never made me to feel, that they worries him, that didn't behave us in that way.

  Unfortunately you/he/she has not gone this way.

  «Hello? Hi mother! I would have called you me this evening!»

  «Yes, yes, as no! How is it going?»

  «Well!»

  «Is having a good time?»

  «Yes!»

  «You have found traffic?»

  «No, only to Florence, an accident but nothing of what.»

  «Time?»

  «Beautiful!»

  I was vague. Substantially I didn't have a lot of desire to talk to mine, sopratutto after the last time that we were seen there. However you didn't not at all seem bothered by the my synthetic genericità.

  «You? All to place? Is there there Henry? Do you pass him/it to me then?»

  «No, there is not.»

  «Sinned, I wanted to insult him/it some! Greet me him!»

  I set out me to conclude in times record the communication when my mother has said:

  «He/she listens to Paul...»

  Done make suspicious I have immediately replied «Mother that there is? Has something happened?»

  "He/she listens" it was the incipit of my mother to communicate the ugly news.

  You/he/she had said" he/she listens" when his/her grandmother was dead," she listens" when, hocked by the debts of the bookstore, we had had to abdicate the summer vacations," she listens" when you/he/she seemed that dad and she were about to separate himself/herself/themselves.

  You has jammed, then you/he/she has answered disclosing the real motivations of the call.

  «I didn't know whether to call you or less because I didn't want to ruin you the vacation. However then I have thought that you/he/she would have been better to tell you, I know that you were him affectionate. It is dead Mr. Mario. It is dead this morning and tomorrow they make the funeral.»

  It is strange, but I could say that on the moment the news has not not at all struck me.

  I believe has been a kind of unconscious reaction. I was tied up to Mario, but I have not reacted with particular discouragement, I have answered only «I, regret a lot Poor guy, but of however it was elderly and sick. I had understood him that you/he/she would not have gone on for very.»

  It was not quite true.

  My mother is as comforted in to feel me calm and you/he/she has talked to boldness of the renal block that had given the hit of grace to Mario. You/he/she has added that to the funeral Henry and she would have gone because my father would have had to hold opened the bookstore. Has Mario remained in our discourses for a few minutes, has my mother asked then «Sure of star well?»

  «Yes! Obvious that is sorry me, but I have told you him, I waited me for him» I have repeated inflexible.

  Before attaching, mother has also communicated me that to the return I would have had to witness in a notarial study. Mario had left something for me in the compiled will.

  I have greeted her reassuring again her and I have reached the others that loaded the envelopes on the camper, all as if nothing had happened.

 

  During the supper Chicken has appraised the scarce probabilities of the Milan to dispute a championship to the height of the expectations while I thought about the cold body of Mario confined in an a coffin.

  Gianca is complained about the insufficiency of the narrative Italian fantasy and the lack of originality of the plot of the last read trilogy while I imagined me the precise moment in which Mario had exhaled.

  David has begun a discourse on the erotic qualities of the cinquantennis, electing Barbaric Of urso what sexy icon of the moment while I consulted me on the sense of the life.


  Until, chewing the beefsteak that had cooked Mark to the flight, I have declared:

  «You remember Mario, my neighbor? It is dead, you/he/she has told me him my first mother to the telephone.»

  You/he/she has been almost embarrassing to gather the incredulous looks of Chicken, Gianca and David that wove him in the attempt to understand the pertinence of the communication.

  Mark has tried to say something but I has felt so out place that I have immediately minimized, confirming concepts already exploited in the phone call with my mother and generalizing on the age and on the scarce state of health of which you/he/she enjoyed Mario.

  You/he/she has gone away so the news of evening, well soon cancelled by the competition announced between Chicken and David, rivals united by the hope to receive an any sexual performance from the cousin of Alice: the Sea pocket.

  Absolutely definite not to grant to the mourning for Mario the rest of my thoughts of the evening, I have gotten ready not even building me the image I had to witness to a supper of the high society. I have carefully shaved, redrawn with the tweezers the rebellious eyebrows, ingellato the hair that first they were not in laying, then they were but I didn't like they, then they were finally still as I liked they. I have worn the pole black that dressed well me and a smile of those to make hit; dopodiché we are gone out.

  The plaza already swarmed with people that walked earning the waterfront: who ate ice creams, who sipped cocktail of fruit, who entered and it went out of shops still opened, who snooped among the stands, who made photo, who recalled to the order his/her own children attracted by the small groups of little boys that, had a good time, they raced for the space enjoying better it than they didn't make the adults.

  The three girls had already arrived and they waited us with their bright tan in a posting slightly.

  When we are rejoined there I have not been able to do to less less than notice that Alice brought entirely some white shorts similar to those that you/he/she put often Chiara. It is strange, because for how much they had entirely that same shorts and a physical structure rassomigliante, to Alice they put on in a completely different way; I don't know how to explain as, different.

  For first thing, as in the most classical of the appointments, is sat to the tavolinis of a cafe there and we have ordered to drink. You/he/she is not taken a lot it because Chicken and David began the suffocating pressing towards his/her/their cousin. The youth Marinates you/he/she was squeezed in a vestitino to blue floral press combined to sandals and bag whipped cream. Not how same I simply found badly her deprived of points of interest. You from his/her song didn't skimp the avanceses of the two pretenders, and rather it worried him about to dose attentions in percentage paritaria, giving for this the impression not to be attracted neither from David neither from Chicken.

  Mark has taken back with Sarah the abandoned discourse in the afternoon on his/her/their children and on the relationship of couple in the marriage. Alice, slowly sipping a Pinacolada, it discussed with me and Gianca of the last films you approve to the cinema.

  After the cafe we are thrown back in the plaza there.

  The people scattered for the center didn't mention to decrease and following the wake of relaxed camminanti, we are inserted in an adjacent to alley the church there.

  A group folk played the Taranta, typical dance Salentino to which it is practically impossible to escape.

  The Taranta is far a music that attracts from: you approach yourself curious to understand of thing him you treat and you find again yourself involved in the frenzy of the notes and the hits of tambourine.

  We have approached curious there to musicians' group from road.

  The plot of the notes was very simple and repetitive, but so much coinvolgente to be imposed to stir to time. Mark, torn me Alice from in front of the eyes, you/he/she has started dancing with her. Jammed, I have observed them smile him at story and to stir without a logic. I was not jealous, I was simply marveled to discover how much they appeared similar in the way of living the things.

  David, Chicken and Gianca, understand that we would be stopped there, you/they have organized a service shuttle between the plaza and the near cafe to supply the participants to the dances (sopratutto Julia) of fuel etilico.

  You want the music, you want the alcohol, well soon, between the tipsy smiles and the tested glances of agreement, all we are fallen in the convulsive dance.

  I turned, I rotated, I jumped. I felt the music invade me and to leave me, the free head, the absent legs.

  I have danced for different minutes, first solo and completely light, then with Alice, with Sarah, with Julia, again with Alice and on to end with Gianca, Chicken, David and Mark, in an indecent choreography similar to a strampalato Sirtaki.

  Among the dances, the laughters and the sips full of alcoholic drinks, Mario and its death have become a latent thought, a silent illness and for this most dangerous. I feared more than every thing the possibility that hidden pain resurfaced of hit sbugiardando the falsehood of the reaction that I had had to the news. Luckily I have held hard and has not happened.

  Only in an instant, in a moment in which the memory of Mario started who knows to appear on the surface from what implied, Mark has taken aside me, you/he/she has thrusted me in hand a glass of rum and Coke and you/he/she is made sure of my conditions.

  «Paul, everything well? I know him/it that today's news has you.»

  «Mark leaves alone! I am well, calm!»

  «Ok! Health!» you/he/she has cut short him, with such a definite toast to be risked to break in thousand pieces the glasses.

  It didn't run away from the discourse, you/he/she had simply sounded how much ready was to speak of it and according to him, neither me neither the moment we were proper not at all.

  «You, rather» I have taken back

  «It is as did you imagine him/it this goodbye to the bachelorhood? Is it as did you want him/it? I say this way because I see you tonight. Oh, Mark, is your evening, you/he/she is your trip!»

  «Is our trip! And it is us that for this evening is apart, also because I have the impression that this is more your moment.»

  «My? Do you say for her?»

  «I say for her» you/he/she has sneered.

  I have turned toward Alice being afraid that could feel us. He/she danced distant, and it was so alive that would have liked to freeze that moment in a photo or in picture.

  I have confided to Mark «it is very beautiful!»

  He has loaded me. «Courage Hemming furious... it attaches!»

  And with the voice by now distorted by the alcohol I have exclaimed «Every moment of mine, is one our my moment friend!» And I have lost heart in the uproar aiming definite on Alice.

  Later you/he/she has been the usual Mark to propose a classical from end evening. Idea has immediately been shared with enthusiasm: all in beach, falling stars and dawn on the sea.

  We have recovered from the camper some sea cloths and different beers, there are on its way then. Arrivals, have defined the base camp moving bunks up to form a kind of quadrilateral.

  I speak of base camp because it is clear that when he goes to see the stars in the beach with a group of girls, it doesn't serve that a lot of time passes before someone invitations someone to estrange from the group in the attempt to shirk himself/herself/themselves. In effects they are not passed more than ten minutes that David went away Julia with the excuse to look for crabs among the rock-cliffs. Chicken has accused the hit and you/he/she is thrown on a fresh beer still recovered by the freezer of the camper.

  Not as soon as you/he/she has opened her, you/he/she has exclaimed «Ah I don't drink anymore already!» And you/he/she has passed her to me.

  I have drunk cold beer looking I fix the dark sea. It is magnificent as the evenings in the beach instigates silences full of deep reflections. I didn't think about Mario anymore, but even to Mark and even to Alice. I thought to how much the moment was beautiful that
was living and to when, growing, I would have begun to consider the nights in the beach a thing for boys.

  Alice has not spoken for some, you/he/she almost respected my silence, then, also looking at her the dark sea, you/he/she has said:

  «Who knows because to a certain age they are begun to consider moments as this a thing for boys... »

  I/you/they have been impressed.

  David and Julia have now reentered after a quarter of, and around of crabs didn't have to be many of it because David had a beautiful hunter face of molluscs failure. Chicken has exulted conceited, but with discretion. You/he/she has left that it passed other transient about ten minutes, then Julia is brought with away the idea to look for shells. Originality to be sold.

  Mark and Sarah have deepened the discussion on the relationship of couple and they are compared with vivacity on warmer themes.

  Title of the talk show": As him he/she lives in optimal way a relationship? Which are the points hinge to implore a failure"?.

  Alice and I are slowly inserted there in the comparison, even though expressing the share in different way. Sarah has dictated his/her own one man shows lines you/he/she drives for the constitution of a serious and durable relationship, almost a list of rigid rules within which an individual should modulate his/her own character and his/her own actions towards the partner. I didn't do her/it so iron and even so perfectly convinced. In reality you/he/she has come even instead to sustain, that the autoerotismo was a form of betrayal or however a disrespect toward his/her own companion.

  Mark on his/her behalf has enunciated with as many safety the cornerstone idea of the Mark. thought:

  «The only reasonable rule in a relationship, is the absolute lack of rigidity in to give him some rules.»

  To do misses I he/she waits for him/it I have taken sides with Mark and with his/her opinions.

  While I was waiting that also Alice revealed his/her own thought about it, I reasoned on the fact that if Sarah and its rules had been indeed the key of a solid relationship, the eternal loneliness I would have been destined to. Above all as it regarded the autoerotismo.

  Alice has timidly said «Boh! Personally I don't believe that there are true solutions in absolute. Nobody is always right.» Then you/he/she has not added anything and you/he/she is eclipsed in a smile of coverage.

  You/he/she had been another, I would have considered the vagueness and the genericità of his/her words what index of lack of character or ability to personally compromise himself/herself/themselves. I have not done him. Alice had immediately given me the impression to be an extremely practical person, one who the things wanted to live her without theorizing too much her, a sure girl of the fact that to say, to tell him, to give and to give him absolute truth didn't serve then to a lot.

  In the time I would have understood how much that first impression was absolutely exact.

  More or less in the moment in which Gianca has fallen asleep on a bunk from sea wound as a worm in a quilt beige, Chicken you/he/she has returned with Julia. Its depressed expression has made clear that also the mission" shells" it was bankrupt and to that point you/he/she is seemed evident that neither him neither David you/they would have beaten nail.

  At that time I have begun to consider that, if I/you had wanted to play my papers to the best, I would also have owed me to try to hide me with Alice.

  Strange, but it is not that I was particularly attracted by that idea.

  Obvious that I liked Alice, but I didn't have that professional assaltatore yearning that usually gathered me. I was well so, in the group, to speak of everything and of nothing. Yet at that time the role imposed to conclude something.

  Absurd, but the thought that if I/you had not tried there I would have betrayed it attended her of someone, you/he/she has begun to bother under me as a callus to a foot.

  While I was making mental review of the fish fauna of the Mediterranean one with the purpose to individualize the most proper kind to attract Alice out of the group, has she asked me «Paul we go for a stroll?»

  Have I answered «you Prefer to go to look for Capesante or Cannolicchi?» and her, laughing, you/he/she has given me a fist on a shoulder: the second.

  During our walk I have tried to strive me the more possible to enter the part of the stallion to the best from beach. Of fact, I have placed only some expression some more accattivantes and some laying some surest. I talked to algid boldness of my apartment in lease furnished with personal taste and of as I succeeded in managing all: job, sport, house and women, with good results. Alice has not interrupted, too much kind to do him/it, but she was seen how much you/he/she was disappointed by the insufficiency of my presentation. You/he/she is not taken it long before demordessi. Her I have addressed to with disarming frankness and I have begun «Senti Alice...»

  «Tell me.»

  «I know him/it that in this moment I should aim to concretize the evening and I should try perlomeno to kiss you but...»

  «Ah yes? Therefore?»

  «I don't make her/it! Oddio, is not that you are you that you don't go me. It is that I have some feelings contradictory respect to as I should behave myself. I don't want to reduce our meeting to a boarding from sea, but not even to make to pass this evening without living her/it. To say the truth. I don't even know why am telling you everything this, is that I think too much at times! It will be that I have had a particular day today, but I don't succeed really to feel me to my ease.»

  «Ah no?»

  «No.»

  «I regret!»

  «You regret?»

  «Yes, regrets me that you are everything crazy! Oddio how much angosciante are! I would owe... I would owe... I would owe... but who has said never that you should do something?»

  Stricken, sunk.

  Alice has not leastly been tender in to express his/her own disappointment and I didn't understand if I/you had offended her considering her/it a prey from beach or simply if you/he/she was realized to have a total paranoiac in front of itself.

  I have realized to be ended and I/you/they are seen me reenter from the others as Chicken and David that had preceded me. I have tried to excuse me.

  «Excuse if I have offended you, but I did a matter of roles of it: me, you, in the beach, it is normal.»

  «Normal thing? I would have preferred that brutally wondered me to sweep rather than a debut of the kind in which you establish the" roles" of the human beings in you determine circumstances. "Role" then, the most hateful word that can be used for describing the meeting among two people. Fanculo to the roles!» it has sbottato full of grim. Has you/he/she continued then «Who has spoken of roles and of expectations? I have simply thought about wanting to know you, to want to speak to you, considering that I have been meeting you for years and I didn't even have never heard your voice. Is there always whoever he/she thinks that should be gone over, but then to earn of it what?»

  I would have paid for having a second opportunity, to have the possibility to serenely know a person of whom I didn't almost know anything but with which was who knows because convinced to succeed in creating a good empathy. Sure to have lost every hope I have her bofonchiato «Excuse still Wings, from the, we reach the others.»

  But she has not stirred and is sat on the waterline without the least worry to get dirty himself/herself/themselves the white shorts.

  «You feel, at least for an evening creeds that you could sustain the" role" of that boy that tells who is to a girl that wants to know him/it?» you/he/she has asked then disarming.

  «Mmm... I believe that could succeed us, but if I am not all right do me some signs that change character, I change" role!" And if didn't have not to even work so, I do as have said you and I brutally ask you to sweep! What do you say of it?» I have replied arousing in her a small smile and a pair of kind insults.

  At that time and from that smiles I have understood to have another occasion.

  From that instant in then I have known Al
ice Boffi.

  We have almost remained two hours on the waterline, gradually absorbed in a complicity that I believed it was unattainable from extraneous in so little time. With Alice Boffi I/you/they have slipped inside a tunnel of emotions not filtered inside a well of truth. I have given of me everything how much I believed I had to give, without thinking about her reactions without looking for a some kind of approval. I have talked her to absolute transparency of my emotional instability and the stupid jealousies toward the friends, of my fear of precariousness and the sense of incompleteness; of Mark and of Chiara; of my parents and of Mario, the old just dead friend. I have described her all of me, all, at the cost to seem her ridiculous or to frighten her.

  Substantially I could say that I have him practically infected with all the paranoias that I had available, but she is not seemed ever bored, rather you/he/she has listened to every word of mine, it was almost thankful of so much confidence, it was almost spellbound of it. Has not you/he/she revealed of itself Alice a lot, and also when I have asked her «But you? Don't you say anything of you?»

  You/he/she has simply answered «For today no, I like too much to listen to you.»

  When we have lifted thinking there that the others to the base camp could wait us to leave the beach, I was happy to have found the courage to introduce me without any type of screen. In this way, if the is liked, her is be liked for what I was, with all the limits and the paranoias. I have given her two pacches on the bottom covered with sand with the excuse to get away the stain, she has looked me had a good time. I have told her «From the, at least this deadly erotic approach grant him/it to me!»

  You has laughed at taste and the usual pat has released me, beautiful I toast to say the truth, on the shoulder: the third one.

  Rejoined to the group, we have waited that Chicken, David and Julia returned from the nth turn of imboscamento. Directly in three.

  Has Mark wakened up Gianca that I reconcile you/he/she has asked «you have ended?» as if of fact the whole evening didn't concern him/it.

  Alice and I have exchanged the number of jail cell there and I have pushed even to tell her «not to wait you for messages until we don't reenter from the trip!»

  It was the truth, it didn't suit me to pass the rest of the vacation smanettando as a teen-ager on the keys of the telephone. Has you with the usual tempering responded «But who spins yourself?»

  Then you/he/she has embraced me as if it were happy to have me known indeed.

  It was about to dawn and every object, every body, every expression, repurchased the lost brightness during the night. We have not even seen him the sun to rise, as usual. Of every time that has been in the beach to see the dawn, the dawn in narrow sense I will have seen once her.

  The girls lodged to few meters from the beach, Mark you/he/she has asked if they wanted to be accompanied, Julia has answered that not us n'era need.

  Before we separated there, Sarah has invited us in the beach for the following day. Julia has reminded her that we were not able, because the next day we would have departed. To that point we are greeted with affection there and we have returned to the area of standstill.

  Has chicken in the journey asked me «Swept?»

  I have answered «No. However have taken three pizzas on the shoulder! It will come me the livid one!»

  David has sigh «Ah Giulia, one of the best pompinis of my life.»

  It is Chicken you/he/she has added satisfied «How much you are right!»

  True or less he/she will never be known him/it, but the two anchor today they sustain to have participated in an exaggerated triangle that evening. If it were true... to the face of the Sea pocket!

  Before I already fell asleep me placid in the cabin of the saturated blue camper of carbonic anhydride, a sms you/he/she has arrived to me:

  "I hoped for ditches this way. Thanks. Don't answer not me until return! Night I diminish!"

  I have put away the telephone and I have felt really well.

  The day later, toward the three of the afternoon, we have departed to the time of the coast romagnola.

  There was a splendid sun when we have put to the shoulders the white town and his/her lighthouse there. I Mark you/he/she has not pretended any information on Alice and on how much success. Chicken and David instead they asked still for what motive I/you had not tried to conclude. Gianca, in his/her world, he/she read with the legs cross model Buddhist santone a critique on a specialized magazine of video games.

  I have observed benevolent «You yes that you are all right!»

  «You go to cagare fool!» you/he/she has affectionately answered.

  In the camper that reached the links for roads to more passages, played again the intense notes of" I have learned to dream" of the Negritas and the satisfaction for the found again harmony.