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employees. Doesn't make to reload the bed that we have given her, simply goes out and comes to find me in shop. I promise her that as absurd as it will understand alone that that it has happened."

  The trip was uncomfortable and during the journey nobody spoke of nothing. Once arrived, the van left him/it in front of the glass door of the shop and the man it felt him as a piece of furniture arrival to destination. Out of the shop the salesclerk found with which had spoken that you/he/she waited for him/it on the sidewalk. They almost cordially greeted and the seller pointed out him you/he/she brings her/it to glasses inviting to enter him/it.

  They proceeded in silence among the passages that opened in the different departments of the shop. They crossed the whole saloon up to come in front of a thick door reserved to the personnel. Beyond a narrow but well illuminated corridor there were the steps of a staircase that it conducted to the plan of under where the store was found.

  Once there the salesclerk stopped him and turned him to the man.

  "When there are aware that something didn't go, we have moved his/her bed of here under. Partly you/he/she has been an error... those that have touched the bed are ended to the hospital, but we could not know him/it. We wanted only to avoid that the clients noticed him/it and that the news started to circulate for the whole city."

  The seller didn't give him the time to speak and restarted to walk in front of him. He brusquely stopped then and resumptions to give explanations:

  "The authorities have been allertate and the bed it is in observation. I have had to discuss a lot for allowing to come her to see of thing him it treats. I thought that dopotutto was one right of his to know. Follows the indications of the agents that have in custody the bed and face as they will tell them her."

  The man was perplexed and looked at him/it without understanding nothing. But what devil had happened to that bed!?

  They arrived in an angle of the store where different people there were around a table. They discussed and they exchanged the in relief data with tools of measurement that the man had never seen.

  Beyond the table a transparent plastic curtain that contained the piece of furniture had been climbed on. Someone had put some farettis that made light on the bed and the reflexes they didn't allow to perceive with clarity his/her contours.

  Inside they stirred some people that wore of the white overall and of the protective helmets and their heavy breath felt him that was filtered by big masks antigas and transmitted away radio to the colleagues around the table.

  You/they were asked him the documents and someone started to still do him of the questions but anybody you/he/she had explained him what it had happened. They asked him what pits his/her job, if you/he/she was gotten married and if his/her parents were still alive. They wanted to also know strange things, of the type if the bed were for him and to thing it served him a new bed.

  Seeing him/it spaesato and stunned by the absurdity of the questions the commander of the team he/she invited him/it to wear a white overall and it lengthened him a mask antigas.

  If he/she wanted to discover what it didn't go, you/he/she could enter the curtain and to see him/it of person. Once worn to work the overall, you/he/she was told him not to touch the bed for any reason and to confine to observe him/it. You/they would have taken back the questioning after his/her visit inside the curtain.

  "I didn't know to be under questioning."

  "Whoever has had to that to do with this coso must be questions... Don't worry, she is not the only one with which we must speak."

  The man wore the mask and started to go toward the curtain. It slowly proceeded for avoiding to tear the overall and it tightened the eyelids to try to see what happened beyond the plastics trying to anticipate the reasons for so much uproar. For lack of experience the mask didn't fully stick to its skin and the air that the man breathed you/he/she was a mixture among that that passed from the great filters and that that you/he/she entered to the height of his/her chin.

  The lighthouses aimed at the piece of furniture flooded all of light and they distorted the contours of the things that were found in the curtain.

  It drew near the more possible to the cloth and it tried to see better. It brought ahead the head in up to touch the plastics with the screen of the mask but he/she didn't succeed in putting to fire the problem yet.

  While it was being absorbed there, someone moved an edge of the plastic cloth to open him the entry and I exhorts him/it to enter. Almost not stirred, it limited him to make small footsteps while it was being him difficult to breathe in the mask more and more.

  For some second it had the impression to see an object from under a shower, when water plays with the figures and dilates her turning her into something of liquid and indefinite.

  It was everything intent to look at that bed without form when he protected him before one of the scientists. It understood that it was the moment to enter the plastic hut and it made an affirmative sign with the head. The man in front of him smiled behind his/her mask, told him of no with a movement of the head and you/he/she moved him of side.

  It was then that the man realized to be already in the curtain. You/he/she had entered you without making I count while it was being intent to try to understand what it didn't go and it was now a lot next to the bed. It made a footstep in behind and it fixed the piece of furniture.

  It turned the face and he/she separately saw the salesclerk and all the others around the table. He/she saw them behind the plastics of the curtain but their figures they were clear as whether to separate was them a common plate of glass. Confused it turned him of release and with the eyes it looked for again the bed.

  It was then that it understood. The bed didn't seem sfuocato, the bed was sfuocato.

  The man squeezed the eyes more times and turned him to look at the salesclerk and the other men behind his/her shoulders before focusing on that image sfuocata in front of him.

  It almost belonged to another space and another time, the piece of furniture had become a shapeless mass where different layers of color and subject they crossed among them in an all one undiversified. You understood that it was a bed but it seemed the result of a photo gone off by the car window of a train in run.

  To inaccurate intervals the piece of furniture was crossed by small electric discharges that recomposed him/it in a different form. It seemed an object that, started frying in the warm oil, it twisted him in front of his/her eyes. The changes of the wood in front of him gave even more him a physical pain, a sense of nausea that the surrenders difficult to breathe in the mask.

  It stayed to look for some minutes turning every now and then himself/herself/itself in the direction of the seller and the others that you/they were with him there. Then a man, with the white overall also he, invited him/it to go out of the curtain.

  It reached the table, the mask removed from him and returned the protective overall. They still had some questions to do him and him he showed prepared to answer with sincerity.

  When they ended they dismissed him/it and the salesclerk the takings aside to apologize for as the things you/they had gone. Looking at him/it with severe tone told him that they confided in his/her discretion, it was fundamental for their activity to avoid a bad publicity. It cared to specify that the bed that you/they had delivered him was of good invoice and very more darling of that that you/he/she had chosen. The day later you/they would have sent someone to climb on him/it to him.

  Out a taxi was waiting for him/it already. During the journey it started to sweat, the sense of nausea increased and forced him/it to lower the car window looking for fresh air.

  For road he/she saw a great advertising poster that proposed some famous biscuits to the cocoa. You/he/she had also bought them him different times and you/he/she had often thought over on as the photo that withdrew them in the wrapping it was very different from what you/they were the biscuits in the reality. The image on the packet was winning but it didn't deal with anything else other than of a concept, an
abstraction of something that didn't exist in the reality. Opened the wrapping, the content the sad copy of an idea revealed him. To this it is reduced? To be satisfied us with things that resemble to our intentions?

  When the taxi took the street of his/her house, the man turned the crank to throw on the glass. It did him/it without thinking, an automatic gesture that had already made so many other times.

  Only, while it was opening the door, him made account that the mechanism to regulate the car window it was sfuocato. As the bed of the shop also a part of the door him sfocò. It jolted and it went out of hurry of the taxi, it howled a regard to the driver and runs toward his/her front door.

  It made the staircases to work. It slowly proceeded and it felt his/her breast curl up more and more. Something inside of him he was wearing out, it felt small tears among his/her ribs. His/her body him he was lacerating as an old fabric.

  The sight he darkened him and with the strength of the habit he/she succeeded in inserting the key in the lock of the door. It entered house to the dark and groping arrived in bath. It put on in front of the sink and it opened the faucet to refresh. It did for going the water to the face but the throw it pierced his/her hands without he succeeded in holding back him/it.

  To closed fist it struck the interrupter and the light bulb it