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In the previous chapter: be ', I seem to have reached a good point, no?
He discovers that practically nothing. And who is that guy? Boh.
just that there's another guy who tells you to go see a newspaper. Well, it will be.
You two seem to me that these two idiots.
And she seems a bit 'at a time ... but yes, but yes.
These two, it ends up that lemonade.


I turned the car toward the Via Larga, after a mixed set of traffic lights with mirror those palaces that conceal the employees. Proceeded in fits and starts, without saying a word. Emily probably thought I was shocked by his action of reactionary bucarmi the car, but that was not the reason. It was clear however, how he moved his hands clasped as mozzarella, which began to move her guilt.
was in the middle of Broad street, after a shop selling sundries and military uniforms, which badly tore the clutch and turned off the machine to take the green. I was surprised how much of her gesture.
It had never happened. And we both knew very well how this could damage valves and pistons. Without calculating the clutch discs that were closed abruptly. But instead
curse me, I burst out laughing. Of a smile that forced me to stop the car in front of a bus, not caring how it was obvious the no parking and stopping. The bus would arrive, however, was stopping in the middle of the carriageway and the indifference of the passengers had also played a role. And when that happened, I was surrounded by millions of ants shall release the obstruction.
Emily's concern was evident when he started biting her nails. The care devoted to his hands was not enough to nerve syndromes. But it was enough to unfreeze the situation and begin the discussion on Turri. As for defense strategies, I was a real magician.
"Wait a minute, now I tell you" while the tears down my already over-achieved the cheekbones, making slalom between the hairs of his beard.
"I found the article speaks of Turri," I said between sobs obtuse that I caused my breath stopped.
And I told her everything. In a variable interval between two minutes and half an hour. I could not help myself.
"Poor fellow," was his comment after learning of pigeons. On the other hand there are the journalists to a wedding with such stories. The taste of the macabre has always been a good game to the success of an article, and no matter the setting or the party's liberal newspaper, in these cases. And the fact that the same Turri along the canals with his 127 gave no less color to the piece.
But at this point was the funniest thing. It seemed you wanted to describe a characteristic of the city of Milan, the amount of pigeons in the center of Milan had always fascinated the tourists. But the pigeons themselves, animals are harmless and stupid enough, they became a weapon of death and destruction, was never even considered. Instead, this time they rebelled. It is unknown if the engine against the noisy machines of the '70s, or against a snub suffered in your area, as in the great gangster movies now gone. The fact remains, well described in the article, that a flock of pigeons-but then, the birds move in flocks? - Had attacked machine Poor Turri. But not only. The first of these birds had even broken the window, leaving the feathers on an outcrop, while a second, which followed on its heels, had stuck with the bill in the temple.
At this point, Turri had gone astray, "for fear" he had told the police, "already dead," said the paper, and was finished in the Naviglio Grande. If he died or drowned if he had been killed by the pigeons was not yet clear. Signal that manifesto, however, were left on the area of \u200b\u200bpigeon crap, without disturbing and unconscionable. As if the pigeons would like to inform civilians that they had to leave the area.
It did not end here. The journalist, he reached the place first of the Force, indulged in pseudo-scientific treatises, and added that the pigeons, a bird most advanced of their kind, the crows, once hunted and killed thanks to the burner. And again, the swinging movement of the head, back and forth, was a thing of the past: in fact, just this spring device in the neck, allowing them to absorb the impact and stay dry. In this way, then, had been killed Turri.
"Funny, no?" I said, unable to stop.
No, she was not funny. With eyes wide open and hands congealed, Emily was shocked.
I did not think that my narrative ability was so uninvolving. And the more it made me laugh, the more I looked at Emily's eyes widened. At one point I stopped, fearing perhaps that the bulbs come out of their sockets.
"What," I asked. It did not seem so absurd to laugh at death unlikely. Perhaps because it was not a relative of mine, obviously, but it did not seem so absurd. Like the vet who had to leave a constipated cow. But he smoked and, with the atomic fart cow, caught fire. Some stories are funny as already underground legends, imagine if they become reality.
But she did not agree. He considered him stupid and in bad taste. And then there was a dead person, even if I did not know directly, it was still a friend of Mr. Anselmo.
"Argument weak," I replied angrily. It is possible that a person of taste who have never laughs, is cutting through the legs of the net once you enjoy, what the fuck.
Basta. I had been ruined the day. I would stay in a bad mood until the evening.
rekindled the car, only satisfaction, he left the first time. I put the arrow, the first, with the intention to bring it home, storing them in boxes and drink a glass of wine. Emily gets by. As for me, might as well go on foot.

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In the previous chapter: Oh, finally think things will change instantly. One moment. Then we see
.
But the fact is that this guy is moving in the wake of the emotion.
A minimum of hot wind and he's already in your underwear.
seems to be almost 80 years in those movies where nothing happens but then it happened a mess of stuff, so you do not even know you're very late and then and maybe it did not happen, believe anything because you asleep on the most beautiful, and then friends but you say, 'Oh, that's cool! The film yesterday, did not you see? ' and you, yeah yeah, I saw, but I did not seem and feel a bit 'silly mica because you'll be asleep for real with a film so damn beautiful ...

left the bar not reveal anything, in fact. I am dedicated to customers and to the young ladies with an almost disturbing. Sometimes, with mild signs of hand, I even asked to leave. The tables of iron were always neat and clean, as if fearing a sudden visit by an inspector of hygiene. There, where not even put foot traffic wardens. As such, of course, not as men, since, as men, they put more than a foot. The only thing I cared about, was instead listening to GR. I was worried. I thought at any moment would come out something special about me more or less directly. I held the cigarette between his teeth, to the minute news. Only the sport, let the index and middle fingers of the right did the rest of the jaw muscles.
Often, lifting his hand from the bar, I left the imprint of the palm. As in primitive caves, almost.
But everything seemed to spin smoothly.
One day, Emily asked me a ride back home. We dismantle together, coincidence or intention, and I did not see any reason to negarglielo. From the night to the cemetery, we had almost turned the word about it.
I needed to break through the inertia. While mending a skirt with his hands on the seat, I talked to her. Suspects and the police, the little that I knew and as much as I imagined.
"It was time that you decide. I also have things to say. The tomb of Turri. There was a guy who waited. But he found me. A Musocco, crying with fear "
" And what did he say. "
" Of course, I did nothing! "He shouted.
I had never heard it. Not even to fake orgasms. She must have really been afraid. And then there was nothing, what I had to worry about. And since she returned to work, even the rape thing was confirmed. I was surprised, however, that could create me of the annoyance in his voice that high pitch. We had to stop, for my own good.
"Yes I worry, I'm sorry, "I tried to recover," but tell me. So what? "
short. This guy she had met had sent the other guy to keep me company and to report what had been told to me. He wanted to keep me busy, of course.
"That's why he's not for dinner then dug a hole from a spider. Continues, "I intervened. Emily
concluded. And what I smelled. I did not know why, but my sixth sense told me that I would return in the evening at home too tired to watch a movie. But the thing was beginning to enjoy myself.
First, the guy's grave had given her the name of a newspaper and advised to read the article in the day he died Turri, page of the chronicle.
"Can not you?" I asked, almost angrily.
"No," replied Emily. "Then we must wait"
"I do not back a particular. What was said in the letter of Mr. Anselmo. "
" Nothing. It was a sort of pass because we recognize the guy in the cemetery. "
" Why did you put all that time to exit. Basically you have not spoken much, "I asked fearing an extraordinary rather macabre.
are angry. "Foolish. You know because I live so, and you also know that I do not like. It took me so much because he wanted to be sure about who I was. He waited for a man and I introduce myself. You think? "
So the first stage, the Sormani Library, the only one who owned and microfilm archives of most newspapers. The moods of Emily were secondary. The fact that he looked out the window, with the nose attached to the glass, do not affect me at all. If not for the fact that, to the glass, the anointed of the nose would stay. But perhaps it was not the case let him out now.

"What a loser to death" was my first comment. The muscles of the face had remained tense to stifle laughter. I could not help myself. I was in a library, for that matter.
wrapped up the microfilm that had been transferred to the paper of the month in which Turri had died, and riconsegnai. With his
still drawn, I breathed the books down the stairs and the voices of students who had once belonged to me too. Do not envy them at all, with their leisure days lost between a vacation and an examination. Indeed. If I could, I would tell them all, one by one, that this condition was the same as those sitting on the toilet, has nothing to give but he wants to end the chapter of the book you are reading.
smile even to this idea, but went out. Parked between the yellow lines of the handicapped was the Alpha, supported with the hip to the hood, however, Emily was smoking.
It was a show of force. He screamed, mumbled and even slammed the door for me not to park in that space. Threatening a fine salty and removal.
"Well," I had replied. "So you stay down to treat me the car."
She was so stone that had not moved. And I had seized the moment to run away fast from the situation.
As soon as I saw it, breathe in and out quickly. He looked slow to the brazier in his hand and started to lower it, still on, yellow on the body.
This time I was petrified to stay. It seemed that it was doing to me. Indeed, it seemed to me to be like those in performance of body art, in which the artist or deficient, by choice, sticking a paperclip into the urethra and goose bumps for the viewer pain that does not prove.
Nails Emily stopped to half a centimeter from the paint. I felt the heat that was in the foam of space.
"Do not try anymore," he hissed.
"Certainly, my lady" was the one who telepathically transmitted them. I was not able to speak. I felt a weight in your gut, just behind the breastbone. I was short of breath, his mouth open in the slot.
breathed deeply, as if for the first time. And allowed the car exhaust and heating the plate a little 'lungs with tar and silver.

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In the previous chapter: ok, yes. I accept the letter. But then the recipient is dead. Car accident, said the caretaker Southerner. Maybe
was drunk.
Okay ', I said.
Ok, yes. I also accept the fact of law to romantic Cemetery.
Although it seems a bit a stuff 'from necrophilia.
Yuck.
But both he has not joined.
and found another guy out there. It seems that everyone follow him.
But maybe this guy, anything, really knows.
If you take him away.
While Emily was also moved, to the grave.
must be a sweet, her.

Instead, it was not hard at all. A little 'because the guy that we had brought to dinner, did not know anything more than what had already said, a bit 'because the dinner was nice, however. Emily, after a few glasses of red Puglia, had pulled out a soul aggressive and ironic that I had not yet discovered. I found out, and the needy instead of having attended the same high school, and then it seemed like a reunion with an old friend. Of course, if we had not ordered three bottles of Primitivo so, on two feet, would not have happened. But we did and everything went how it went.
way home, however, with the breath of wind passing through the window and I raised the hair on the left temple, I realized that was not made another hole in the water. Not entirely, anyway.
I mean. If the first the suspicions we had about the death of Mr. Anselmo was based on allegations of an old and personal feelings, but now, after bonding with Turri, we found that there was something more. And if the police had caught up, the idea became a certainty.
At least this show from the 70s I had learned.
Only problem: I did not know which way I was leaving or I would come to that point. It also strongly doubt that Emily, of course, I pulled in half. I was not conscientious enough to be left out of everything. Above all, I did not want to be alone. Mal common halved the other hand. And if you say, its the foundation we have as well. I liked repeat it, it gave me security.
I was smitten, and that night I parked the car as I did not do for some time. Ass to the bottom of the box, who cares of the wall and the Vespa, headlights and muzzle ready to go. And the front wheels slightly turned. We have to go to be ready and fast.
Or at least convince themselves of it, otherwise I would piss on him immediately.
Or maybe it was wine.



Open the radio news this morning with a news service that hit the entire Italian public opinion. MAN DIES IN DROWNING
Naviglio Grande: ACCIDENT OR ENVIRONMENTAL ALARM?

He died that night, aboard his 127, Alessandro Turri, private citizen about 50 years. He found it in the Canal Grande, the team of divers City of Milan, after receiving news of the accident to a lady who attended the affair. According to police, this is an accident as it happens a lot in Milan. But according to the old lady who saw the scene, Turri is not simply disbanded.
"No, no. I've seen. There were so many pigeons, they went to him. The smashed all the glass, hit him and then he ended up in the canal! "
In support of this testimony, it would have shattered the windows of the car-breaking, however, that may be linked to needs for recovery car-and a hole with a diameter of about two centimeters on the temple of the victim.
The problem of pigeons in a city like Milan, has risen to the attention of the press and institutions for some years. Since about ten years ago, a swarm attacked a parade of new trucks instruction included patrols of the Carabinieri Milanese, reaching almost to hit the government officials then come as guests. Without causing any damage, fortunately.
Probably, in both cases, the territory has been violated that the pigeons had recognized as their own. And then they attacked.
Is it possible? According to Mark Merinei, a leading expert on the subject, yes.
"The pigeons are among the most advanced of their kind. It originally had this characteristic. In fact, just think that they can reach dive more than 100 km / h, which can identify the source of heat in the bodies of other living beings, who manage to remain unscathed in the impact due to their neck in spring "We
really in danger?

From Milan, Libero Della Valentina Maria.