few days ago I received a sms from my brother in the mood for one of his jokes.
It was on a train to visit some friends and traveling companions had as a quiet girl and a talkative old man.
If they were characters in a book by Nick Hornby, I think the story would be more or less like this:
It's not that I had much choice, the trains from Naples are so crowded that one of the seats are also covered portions of the carpet corridoio.Quindi did not picky when I found the place empty. A quick examination to check the absence of cigarette butts on the seat (as I am sure bothered to look. There were. Sure.) And essential requirements are fulfilled. I sat down.
"Hello ... Hello ..." I said politely to the beautiful maiden in the next place and the old man in the face with a hint.
The girl was not bad, really pretty. And I tried the approach from the base: "It 's free place, no?" "Yes yes" and smiled. But he did not go well ... The I scared? Bho.
sketched the conversation. He smiled. "Yes .. I not understand. Scussa ." It was not a
Timidone and even the awe I had put my fascination with animal, or maybe, who knows, but what prevented a flowing conversation was the language barrier.
"I'm Greek."
except for "hello, hello and spaghetti for his Italian and Kalimera and kalisera ... kali-or something, I forget ... and also mussaca zazzichi and a little footage for an aspiring cook, pick, cultural barriers prevented the socializing.
And even then I liked ...
Yeah.
The old man who until then had not spoken, he was fascinated hearing the nationality of the girl.
was one of those old men who seem embalmed in his seat, apparently harmless, whose silence is not a symptom of inner peace, rather than military strategy: studying the enemy to know which side to attack.
fact taken the ball and started sciorinare his historical knowledge: "So is Greek! Eh, that beautiful Greece ... Ancient Greece! The mythology, history ... Know for sure the battle of Thermopylae. I learned at the school, long ago '... The story of Odysseus, Achilles and the Trojan ...".The girl's face was a big question mark and should also have noticed the speaker because he stopped: "He has this Trojan?"
" Sousse. I not understand. No speak Italian "
" Yes, but Troy ... "but she kept shaking her head opens his eyes, which had reached the size of two small frying pan.
At that point the conversation / monologue took a fold more than grotesque. If someone had passed in front of the compartment at that time would have been disgusted a slobbering old man who looked a nice young man saying "Troy ... Troy ... BITCH! "Screaming as if the language barrier could break the intensity of the sound. Meanwhile she continued to deny his head and saw that it was clearly uncomfortable.
And if he understood the inconvenience that could be construed between the city of Troy and the oldest profession in the world, I doubt it was only uncomfortable."Homer ... Odyssey ... The city was destroyed ... "I tried rescuing the damsel in distress.
"Ah ... Tria, "and we who have said so far?now smiling. He understood. A fraction of a second and was already busy in another. He would not leave blank spaces to be identified sympathetic ladies. You see that you think you've already given.
I then chose the landscape as wallpaper. And while that flowed ears logs off, a drowsy numbness attacked me and the images become associated with mental ... The green ... The campaign ... A little 'peace ... Vacation ... Finally a few days off after rounds and rounds on days of intense headaches and incazzature.
mean, it was a tedious work well would understand our colleagues' commitment to youth issues and add new journals ... But boredom is not covered in the dictionary of law enforcement. Just listen to the complainants to have constant stimuli. Yeah, because people ... no, I say, people! Let's talk! We sent her the country, and as no! Next to the desk I should put the incinerator imbeciles: all arrangements would be day and night.
If I take a few days off at risk of liquefaction cerebrale.Un bit of chatter with friends and as a therapy for binge eating healthy e. ..
"She often does this mean?" About
c --- or is it?? "... Excuse me?"
I had felt fine but also hoped that the other person, always in front of the old sedutomi, to understand the inappropriateness his speech, perhaps before I completely got out of my relaxing / useless / obvious / stupid ideas.
"Ah, no. No, I'm going to see some friends"
And before I could turn the gaze back to the window: "Oh this world: but where are we heading?"
FOR heaven's sake, NOOOOO! Something more original just was not there to say? It was good the ozone hole! I want the incinerator! Now! Subitooooo!
a dangerous moment for my survival instinct was to take ilsopravvento: the tip of the tongue was clinging precariously to a "I want to get to the station after Capaccio Battipaglia. Seriously, I go down there."
But I can not even surprised to be so bastard, and then stretched by hanging a knowing smile and the best cheeks ballonzolai his head back and forth as if I was missing the cervical articulation. Without saying a word nodded sympathetically. Eeeeeh already.I was hoping that my silence discourage him. Because I was silent, it is true, but I had written in his face "DANGER. Not ca-are out of the jar." red lampeggiante.Ma accounts had made them very badly. If there is one thing that older people are so fond of is someone who will listen. Silence is golden. For them.
"You know, once mica there were all these things ... I train for example. That is, trains were not so, with the coaches and the posts and everything so ... "Sure
. There must have been to the pedals. smile. I nod." Uh ... "replied the captivating storyteller," the time goes ... "
Ah, flalalai. freschino Fa today. If I say I do not always smile ... he says.
And then things fell hopelessly. And I do not know how I noticed that he spoke of his old house during the war, "when there was hunger but it was better (ah?) and without realizing it, before you make contact shot brain-language:" but I was flat? "
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