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Always the same gesture put on his dark glasses when Pasolini looks out into the street together with Raimundo and head, pulped, meeting at the glory of the new day.
There are, in turn, at this time, schoolchildren and patrols schoolboys average, except for rare defiant today have hidden among the nettles, shoulder straps and ABC.
How can you not remember that you were also you a rebel kid like that? Did you visit them or not, to make love in the morning with her friend home alone on a bed of fake illness thought just for old fool? So sensible, you! Carina! Careful! So grin and available to collect you in the open in pajamas, he does not even believe really sick! So intrigued and included in the guide to the empty apartment that he knew of only catholic sound familiar! So anxious and forced when he took the Foja to creak the double marriage of señora señor German teacher and civil servant his parents!
The beginning of the glory is kept between the L-shaped bar and mirrors, not just the shiny bar Volpe. Ermanno
leaves Raimundo grappling with the sports newspaper. Turn on the first beautiful morning, Fox asked the baby of a Heineken. He takes a couple of sips, and to absorb the alcohol, from the stunning blows strong. But the smoke makes the falcon mouth, and then takes another sip half to rinse. And so on. Watch from his perspective close to the cymbals of the cast, old and paunchy, and silver as un'otaria. He has the guts inside the old cymbals. It takes most of the techniques to enable quest'ordigno to exist, think Ermanno. Off the marvelous in the ashtray havana club, throw down what remains Heineken, coughing discreetly, ask the waiter for a glass Volpe of aphasic of plain water.
However, do not you take a right at all: his eyes red and skin damaged by the mirror's are meeting with Maraglio courage, and that there Raimundo joined him at the bar with professional air suddenly. Nice to meet with the Dynamo in the thirty-Fenerbahçe's UEFA Cup, it seems, and he has finally remembered that they are members, they, that Herman is hosted for free at home, in his old room for more.
"What's on today?" Raimundo asks.
"Personally, the highlight will be my room with the sweet Biancalancia."
Raimundo continues to set question. "And for our work?" he says.
"The work that speaks to me, old man?"
"You had a note attached to the door? Did not have to meet certain people at half past twelve, the minors who had a terrible hurry to see you?"
"The intrepid shaves waiting for me at half past twelve in the park?"
"Exactly," Raimundo said, annoyed.
reports movements of the day, the names of viziosetti that you will wake up this morning with a smile, for today's man will give confidence in their hands as fast as you want and quality: we recommend the usual caution, having to navigate the city with the headlights Lebanese stuffed with red wasps and other, more serious punishment of God.
"Well," says Raimundo. "Lanciamoci in the jig, then." Then - and this Ermanno hate him at times - Raimundo the plant at the counter and goes away without even saying goodbye, the world torn by his new rush of troubled employee.
From "Bastogne", by Enrico Brizzi, Ed Dwarves Baldini & Castoldi, 200 something, pp. 61 to 63.
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