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We four, we enter a café known in our city. We look around, noticing that an empty table is more rare to find a toilet for women, without the tail. So we aim

5 people that were on the table now empty glasses and cups, so you do come to their sense of guilt and the desire to get up to go for two tanks at minus 5 degrees under the arcades of the old .

course, they ignore us, we hope that we should go for a walk to minus 5 degrees.

We decided to go away, but one of us notice a small table for two alone, quite alone in a corner.

With the same rapacity of a bird of prey, we sling on that poor table. Two chairs are occupied now, and I'm going to beg some of the other tables remained unoccupied.

We sit, we begin to talk, to scan the menu, chatting, scanning the menu, to chat, to scan the menu ...

We doubt whether the place was DIY, when we see a very sprightly waitress that the modest age of 150 years, wanders among the tables with fair and frown on the air hostess of Goldoni, probably knew him ... Goldoni.

try to attract his attention, raising first one finger in a timid and polite, then all five fingers, then the whole arm and then switch to a reach vast and agitated.

We are noted.

The grandma comes up and asks: "Checklist"

Rapid Exchange eyes and began to order "hot chocolate with whipped cream," two "," an iced tea Lemon "and" whiskey. "

" What whiskey you want? "

"What whiskey do you have? "

" as she wants? "

" I do not know, do not come from the brands ... what have you? "

" But you want that whiskey? "

Our friend with the look we call for help, but my knowledge of whiskey stops at Bayleis .

" Do you have a ; Johnnie Walker? "

" No "

" A Jack Daniel's? "

" No "

" What do you have? "

"What do you want?"

"a Bayleis?"

"no ..."

"I do not come, but what brand of whiskey you here?"

"what she wants?"

"a glass of sparkling water!"

"carried it now!"

begin to ask ourselves the need to call the human rights commission against the exploitation of old shit when stoned and yet he sits next to our table a couple.

The old waitress comes over and asks, "you know?"

"I would like a pistachio ice cream!"

"We do not have the pistachio ..."

"What flavors do you have?"

"What do you want?"

E 'was when we fled from the room, forgetting to pay.

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For the series: Night Shift.

It 's a term that at various stages the day my phone rings and it's always the same person.

you say:

is the mother who wants to know if this morning I put the jersey health?

E 'boyfriend who wants to know what to prepare for dinner or what to buy at the supermarket? (because it is he who does the shopping and cooking in my house) .

It 's the boss wants to send in Burundi to deliver cheese?

It 's the best friend who must tell me the latest amorous adventures?

E 'that the police want to know exactly what I did last week in Arcore?

Not at all. A guy with whom I left a couple of times three or four years ago, then I have not heard, it was stubborn to call me every day. Do not answer the phone and he keeps calling. If not there will be a reminder that we will not want to answer? I do not care to answer?

I do not want to answer because I already know what he wants, because the guys I've always like that.

Before you go out with a couple of times. Maybe not give them soft now and then get bored. Why let the girl and then just are unwilling to commit it to him and either soft or just have no time to lose.

Maybe you are not so nice and then they stop now to attend.

So it does not go forward. Maybe

goes on, it lasts a couple of months, but feel that you are not made one for another and then I give up.

For a long period ranging from six months to a year or even more, he has never made me feel and you've forgotten and you will not even go to the hall of the brain to recall it.

happens that one day the phone rings and it's the guy. Look at the name flashing on the screen of your cell phone: this one already? Ah ... yes! What do you want?

"Hello?"

"Hello, I am Tom, do you remember me?"

"Yeah, sure. How are you?"

"Well you and what do I tell?"

"Nothing .... work, do a course in bowling ..."

"Beautiful !.... is a bit 'that we do not feel ...."

"already ..."

"the other day I thought of you. I said almost, almost calling ... Maybe we could take a coffee together ...".

"Look, over bowls me busy every night from 19 o'clock at night. So I do not own time."

"Too bad. You're a nice person, I'd love to see you again."

"Eh ... but I'm just committed ...".

I imagine these guys in a moment of solitude, where we are now dislocated his right hand ( or left, depending on whether left-handed) , with the last forces take the phone and scroll through the contacts. This I called the other week, I called this yesterday, this has changed your phone number, this is my sister, this is too bad, this ... oh yeah that! Surely it is still single and desperate. I would go so I'll save that from solitude, they fancy! When I left there was wrong. I will surely welcome with open arms. It will have been waiting for this moment forward. Trumpet safe!

You have just been selected to resurrect a type of memory can not remember the name even more and have the honor of giving him the sack after he had let go, or discarded like you're stuffed.

Once, when I was a kid, I had cleared the number of a guy who liked me and that I had given up in the wrong way. He called after one year, of course I did not know it was her number one on display. I answered and he said: "hello." Not knowing who he was, I remain perplexed. He repeats: "Hello ... remember me?". And I said, "No. .." and disappointed him: "I'm Dick." So I closed the phone down. He called me back until I sent to that country. But what satisfaction!

now numbers no more gates, so I know who my enemy, I will not waste your time behind a calling me because I already know what they want and why they want it. Apparently he sent his right hand out of phase and would like to lend him mine!

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Prologue

It 's a day fresh and sunny, now the end summer. The truck business, the famous Vito deliveries taking place in peace, but here they are, by the roadside: the financiers.

They raise the blade and intimate to the van to stop. Vito obey, put the arrow and approaches.

"delivers something?".

"Yes."

"What?"

"cheese".

"we can control?".

Who knows what would have happened if Vito had said no.

Vito opens its doors. The financiers control the goods being transported and control has been duly accompanied by a movement document.

Nothing to challenge "can go ..."

Vito greets and engages the first. A smile emerges on her lips.

Chapter One.

The first snow is covering with its icy mantle in the streets.

The phone rings in the office, my colleague from the point of sale, "came two finance, sought his head. The I told you where to go, what should I do? ".

"No, do not worry, let them also come to the office."

They spend a few minutes. The phone rings again, "the financiers are coming!".

Who knows what will take the yellow flames. It is now lunch time, I have a hunger. I hope you do not stop much.

few minutes later, the doorbell rings, "yes?"

"finance!"

"I pray on the first floor."

Two middle-aged men in civilian clothes, emerge at the door. They have a smile on his lips, they seem nice.

Salaam and after a short presentation I light up their presence in the company.

"A couple of months ago we stopped a van. Vito."

"Yes, we have the record."

"Well, we came to see if you turnover the goods described on DDT."

My partner opens a sheet where there is written the date and number of the transport document.

I fetch a binder from the shelf and I look for the invoice which shows the offending note.

"There!".

"Well ..."

"It makes me see the bubble?"

"Sure."

Epilogue

Browse the binder in search of bubble indicatami by the financiers. In his view, bleaching. Launch a fleeting glance to the financiers, I make a nervous smile. Again on the bubble on it, there is this inscription: "HELLO HEAD Mink."

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Wandering on the Internet, I discovered a fun game too.

You have to build a virtual roller coaster with a pencil. Following the example, you have to do a little drawing on the screen trying to join the point A to point B.

After you have combined the two points, an express train with a lot of screaming cicetti (said to each cicetti kind of doll fake or animated) that tries along the roller coaster you built. I emphasize the word "try".

It 'goes without saying that as soon as you draw the line, you're guilty of a massacre ....

The trick is to hold your hand stops. If you have Parkinson's disease, able to blend on the cicetti duty.

It sounds elementary join two points, but try to do. This is the game

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draws the eye?

I walk that road all the day and every day as if percorressi for the first time.

wrong That tree that juts out from behind that wall is shaped like an outstretched hand. I was not ever aware of it.

And that house? how long are they? I had never noticed.

To Not to mention that of the sign and street sign on that building, "fitted kitchens.

And the bar? where it is checked?

A prefabricated already finished. But when they started to build it?

I walk that road every day and every day something new show up on its edge, or maybe a little 'more in there, more hidden at first glance.

A Sometimes I stop, look around. I look up and it seems to me that on that road I do not ever pass.

The outline of the mountains in the background always amazes me, so massive and so proud. Pure rock pointed. The hills that make for closer gently towards the Alps, I take your breath away. They have smooth curves and voluptuous which rest with confidence at the foot of the rock, the mountain.

At nightfall, I find the new lights on the hills. Who knows what country it is ... I've never been a great connoisseur of my territory. Yet when I see those lights on the hills, I think there is life, there is a community of people living.

Step on that road every day and I notice a new field of fruit, cereal or fallow. A country road that shyly facing the state.

A cow chews the cud looks at me with interest from behind the barbed wire on the roadside. Who knows when they put that line and wonder if the cow is happy with her new place. I had never noticed that behind that barbed wire there was a farm.

is checked in the sky a star brighter than the others. Where he had been hidden until now?

I'm too distracted. I keep looking down, on the asphalt. I could know how many holes there are to avoid scattered on it or how many curves it is made.

Probably the best things you notice when you are sitting in the car on the passenger side.

But on foot, the same thing. Sometimes I look up and realize that they demolished a house that was between two others that were left standing. In its place a pile of broken bricks and broken down.

As was made that house? There! I had seen that! but I do not remember. What color was it? How many windows had made his face? He had the stairs? A balcony?

really do not remember it.

I looked up, I felt sadness for the loss. I felt guilty because the house I had never seen, maybe some glimpse what's next? I know it was there, but it's only smoke in my mind.

prey to remorse finally not looking over the sidewalks, I had my nose, I was looking around, I was looking forward. I opened up my horizons.

is why I have not seen the damn step. A flight of angel forward with an emergency landing on her knees and hands. Excruciating pain, multiple bruises and torn stockings.

The people around you stops and watches me with a chuckle hidden under scarves and I that I get up whistling and pretending nothing.

aimed to look where you're going and if they throw another house down, sooner or later one day I will notice.

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There is a train that passes the house that trembles and the sky bows brambles on the waiting and a chill runs along the back are years of shit maybe just a bruise life is passing in your heart that is is my body trembles to bend over your nerves are branches of canvas bones and a leaf is already dead not get more air to the head that matter to us? then who cares? much time passes and as the train passes go in another direction that no one will ever know matters us? then who cares? as the train passes and will there is a train that passes between the memories and turns back blood this evening sky and dives into the mud as I cream I remain in 'shadow drawn on canvas life is passing is your ass that shakes my body is drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200bwax crystal bones are die last leaf and the years of shit are just a bruise life is passing is in your heart that trembles is my body to lean on your nerves Canvas bones are branches and leaves are already dead not get more air to the head not matter that it's worth more than Starting not worth it I do not want to die between the ghosts of the moment I do not want to disappear among the ghosts of autumn I just want to sleep how does this fall 'summer already off in your eyes is extinguished as the train passes there is a train passes the train passing there is a train that passes us ...

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Dai in the hands of a poor impiegatucola a Mercedes Vito and you've will transform it into a Panda 4x4, if all goes well. If it's bad, in a cluster of horizontal or vertical lines. If it gets worse, in a crumpled heap of metal, I say.

is the story.

I call the head This time the day before. "Listen, would you hand over the cheese. They do the tasting. You should go to hospitals in Mondovi, Ceva ...." Of course you were taught to be available at work and says yes.

So the day goes to work after an already psychologically ready. But never quite ready.

take my friend Vito and childbirth. Arriving in Mondovi is not a problem, apart from the 60 km of road with the sun low in the face and blinding. The sunglasses and the thing that goes down in the car for cover from the rays are not enough.

Arrive in Mondovi and the hospital is well marked. A whole new and so cool. A post-modern architectural gem. Of those that have a hole in the center and the various plans that look out on 'I'm hole. Seen from below the ceiling seems high, but if you raise your arm on the plans and you can touch. So, walk with his head down for fear of bumping into a neon.

follow the sign "entry providers. Arrival in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Not an entry, not a warehouse, not a sign for "unloading".

ask the worker REFLECTOR. The disorder while working leaning against the railing with his hands crossed. Not answer.

I see a guy who looks like a vigilante because it has a rounded jacket in fabric and labels attached to an article above. The Lord graciously accompanied me to the kitchens, which are at the end of a series of corridors that turn first right, then left, then right again. I should bring the cheese back and sow as Tom Thumb, to find their way.

The kind man leaves me, I knock at the doors of the kitchen, but no one opens. Then I ask the cleaning lady crammed into a small room across the hall. The tizie rudely answer me who know nothing about. Between the lines were the words "what the hell we know. Do not break." I am approached by a gentleman who accompanied me to the lunchroom, saying that maybe he'd find someone.

Bottom line: If you are a woman, never ask for directions to other women. Ask the men who are kind and accompany you.

Learning from the stories, I just paid more than men. Arrived in the lunchroom, I find two guys who tell me that the gentlemen of the kitchens come with the food ready, and then prepare it somewhere else. For security, show me how to get to the reception where they would certainly able to give me an answer.

Miss the reception should be good for trade, make a few calls me and says, "kitchens are a Mondovi Piazza, in the old hospital." He explains the way there and I'll explain her way out of the hospital: "Follow the signs to the emergency room." At the third intersection, I almost find myself in an operating room. Kindly accompany me at the exit, followed by a kick in the ass. She was a woman.

Esco hospital. I follow the directions and arriving at the traffic lights. I had to turn right or left? After the traffic lights I had to follow the signs. Around right. I end up in the countryside. No sign to show me the path. I know that I had to turn left.

go back, trying to maneuver with Vito in a country road ... Finally I find a courtyard, enter this private house do a U-pull on the handbrake and the throne back.

I ask an old man who tells me: "go straight to the second roundabout turn right. Li There are signs for Mondovi Piazza ".

fill out grandpa and after the second round I find directions to the hospital. I say will be the old hospital Piazza. I follow them. I do not find myself back to the starting point??

A 'point I'm starting to turn around his balls. Excuse the term "turn around". Return back and travel the road from the old indicatami. No sign that says "square". Please send me information and show me another way.

Finally 'sti blessed signs that show me the path. Too bad that I begin to climb up on to the medieval streets designed for mules and carts and not for my Vito. One-way streets, narrow and various prohibitions, including massive "meaning forbidden. I do not know why, in the Middle Ages, have never thought to make roads a two-way traffic. Arrive on a square in front of a church. Impasse. The only way to escape a huge stairway.

'Ndo fuck is' I'm old hospital?? to that of a lady on the tarmac near me I should find cobblestones in front just come up the road.

A square, a huge stairway, a church, two granny.

I ask Granny.

The two begin to quibble about which grandmother was the best way to tell. As if they were discussing politics, one begins to plead thesis that it was easier for me to go back (remember the steep and narrow medieval street) because the hospital was just down the road. "We walked past Miss, he has not seen?".

The other ladies but did not agree: "It is no entry to get off." "But if we go around the long, Miss you lose again! Then I saw down at least 5 cars." Rightly so. "Listen lady, listen to me. Come back slowly, be careful because it is no entry. If it has then to reject dead wrong. The hospital is basically the road, keeping to the left."

What I do ? If you are down 5 cars against hand, I am the sixth. Can I just take the bottleneck, a huge BMW stopped me in the right way. Behind her other 6 cars. I reverse, saying bad words in turkish, Armenian, austrogoto "dkhoesms dieksejro eownewoerjo !!!!!!".

check I see that my two grandma with fearless spirit and courage of lions, go to the bottleneck. They pass the car as good fighters and they show me the green light. Parto in scoured and shove me in the wrong direction down the road.

Arrival in a yard. An abandoned building. The doors locked. But where are the kitchens? I'm a perimeter around on foot. Not a sign of life. We missed the man with the saw that came behind me and I ended the day with a flourish.

"dksejoeio dsieorneo doiseoaeoa !!!". I decide to call my boss: "kdoseneo eiowehr ewoeiwoei! 'I'm the hospital does not exist, is not! Go back with cheese! Diseonfeo ieruoeureh eudeoeoeo !!!". I close the conversation, while the other one stutters, "if you will, continues to look for ..."

I take the van, I have to go back and watch it there, like an oasis in the desert! An old apartment houses' 800. I ask a lady who tells me that the kitchens are deep in my yard.

When I see the cook: I open the truck, unloading the swollen and fuck you!

Allocation in scoured with nerves on edge.

However, one thing I learned, the best of grandma are ton ton. And for the record, the truck is back home intact.

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In high school I was very unlucky with the professors of letters. Between a boring teacher to death, a madman and a manic depressive, the literary culture I stopped to "Little Red Riding Hood" and "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." I so wanted to get at least a "Cinderella", but it was not in school curricula.

So, once finished high school, I have been working by himself to the great classics, which in theory should you study in school.

If you are forced to read "The Malavoglia Verga because a teacher tells you is one thing, but if you read" The Malavoglia of your own free will, it is culture sadomasochism.

As you can imagine a novel like "The Malavoglia" where all those poor Christians who seeking social redemption, an escape to the economic misery, mathematically suffer bad luck? Or rather, undergo "flood of progress"?

His father died at sea during a storm just after he had undertaken a new activity: the sale of lupins. A child throws himself into his military career and died in war. One daughter moved into town and begins to be a prostitute. Another, named Mena, care must be taken to the family and despite the good guy did the court, refuses, why? Why must look after the family. The other brother remains of the house Nespolo, marries, has children and takes her sister, Mena, as a carer. It 'the only one where life's going well because it remains attached to his homeland. The story of the five fingers of the hand off if you go to rot, do not bat an eyelid.

When the poor at the end of the book appears Alfio in Mena love back to the office and asks her to marry again, this is doing? rejects it! Why? At 27 years old now ... But go to hell!

short, Verga was a class. If you born poor morivi poor and happy. If a poor man tried to pull up two more money later this month, well ... morivi always poor, but with terrible tortures. It depends on how you wanted to die, whether happy or tormented.

Also for S & M, Verga I also read "A Tale of a Capinera, since that day I hated Verga from the bottom and I have not read a his story. ... Poor Maria

So I jumped on Guy de Maupassant .

My big sister took a couple of books by this author well hidden the bottom of a drawer. Since she always kept the Harmony hidden somewhere siccme I read them behind his back and because I thought that Guy was an author of romance porn, I happily jumped in reading "One Life" .

From the first pages I thought it was a Harmony a bit 'more sophisticated, but still reading and using all my wit I realized that no, it was a romance. This novel ended very badly. Usually, romantic novels, end well. I cried like a Fontane, from beginning to end that poor Joan abused by everyone, even his son.

not pay I read the second book in the drawer hidden Maupassant: "bel ami" . The story of an asshole climber who used women to achieve his goals. I do not remember if in the end the protagonist is dead, but I hope both of you.

Maupassant I lent to my best friend who has since become a "emo," a cultitre of sadness. The passage from this novel to the songwriter Kill Hannah for her was short. It is now locked in a community detoxification, they do listen to Giuliano Palma from morning to evening.

For me not to miss anything I also read "Madame Bovary" by Flaubert.

The story of a girl who spent her time reading Jane Austin, and when she realized that her husband, a poor country doctor, absolutely no resemblance to Darcy, decided cornificarlo.

Luckily I stopped I also try to Darcy for men, otherwise the same fate today of Emma Bovary, nipped dall'arsenico. Oops ... maybe I should not say how it was going to finish this novel, but surely you've read all!

However, Jane Austin is the best writer in the history of Harmony!

Leaving aside the harmony and the so-called realistic novels, I have given to noir. Agatha Christie was a great disappointment, Arthur Conan Doyle a monstrous ball and Edgar Allan Poe? His "Tales of Terror" were not anything to fear. I do not know how to scare people in the '800, but today is certainly more disturbing to wake up next to Valeria Marini make-up or meet at a party in Arcore to do the "bunga bunga" with Berlusconi.

To do justice to Poe, I was terrified that story where he tells a lot of people buried. When he opened the tomb, they discover that the cover of the case is scratched and the people buried in a contorted position and looking terrified. In short, people buried alive. There 'this guy who suffers from catalepsy and ... I tremble at the thought.

Today I am going crazy for the thriller. If a book is titled "A code is something, well ... not read it. I'm the romantic mood and depressive, now pass directly to the murder!

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There are days where you wake up convinced that they are quiet days, the kind where nothing can go for nothing. No meeting with her lover, no meeting with your best friend, not winning at super enalotto, no distortion in other words where a particular giornatina the normal routine and boredom will be the mistress.

You get up, go to work and doing your duties as a programmed machine.

that morning in the car, while you sing a song of Negramaro and calls you.

In your belief that it will be a quiet day, the ringing of the phone is already out of the program, an anomaly in the procedure.

Answer, while on the road. Another anomaly would meet with the Police on the road, but are not included in the list of things that disrupt your giornatina quiet.

the other end of the phone asking you to go to a meeting on "prevention and safety at work." Political, technical and public officials are waiting for two hours menartela.

Get into the meeting room of the province. Nobody shit if the girl receptionist.

From your data and just tell the company for which you work, approached the director of the event had called to your boss to urge you to make up the numbers in the ranks of auditors and contacting a smile pulled finds that your boss has implored you to go to make up the numbers.

Are you still convinced that your day will be boring and it will be deducted from the guy behind you is addormenato and do not take care to avoid snoring loudly. At least that keeps you awake in your turn will prevent snoring.

two minutes listening newspeak in the usual speeches and your mind starts to wander, until the phone that you forgot to put in silent mode begins to play the transformation of Sailor Uranus, Neptune and Pluto.

All eyes are on you. You pretend to nothing and leave the meeting room whistling.

other side of the phone tells you your colleague desperate who have phoned asking to complete certain documents within each. They are 11.20. Do not arrived by mail two days ago? We had arrived by mail two days earlier, probably would have already sent the documents. Look

some irritation and then connects to the wrong answer, telling her that you are miles away and of course, those documents can not fill them. This tells you who can not, he never did. You're not stupid? you make them out. Do you realize that, you fool.

Tours of phone calls, e-mail with the documents that are still not coming. It 's noon. Leave the conference on accidents at work and you throw with your car on the roads. I wonder if these things are covered in the course on prevention and safety at work.

Go to someone you know. E 'on the road. Ask him to lend you the permission to use computers and the Internet. Documents arrive at 12.40. You begin to work remotely, changing forms, requesting information via telephone and stumped because the other side are not fast enough.

headache, irritation, sclerodactyly, want to kill .... this is what provi.Finalmente, at 13.15 consegli the material to your colleague who only has it signed. The

phones to ask if everything is ok. She will answer that she was going to prepare lunch with his son, so he asked if he could send the documents at 14.30 and replied in the affirmative.

Have you beaten like a fool and you discover that you could easily go to the office, fill out forms and send them.

Run in the office and we'll take care of everything. Who wanted the documents will tell you they want the originals, so you have to run to bring them, because they must take within 17 elsewhere.

Run to bring.

missing data. Your colleague told you that we asked? No, I said it. Phones to connect and you point it. So? Do you feel that controlled responding, but on the documents submitted, it was not clear where to enter that data. But if you have asked to be issued starting! You tell her to call the accountant and have them dare.Che slammed a little 'you ...

The documents have been delivered, are 17.30. Would you like to go home, but no. You have to go in the store of your company committed to helping all alone and you have to stay there until closing time.

At eight o'clock in the evening finally arrived at home, with a great desire to commit a murder a great pain head and the desire that the next day is a very boring day from the usual routine.

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