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In the previous chapter: one can be happy with little.
You can be happy with less.
It is important to understand what is happy.
And this here, probably, in my opinion, just be with her.
Also because, in my opinion, there is just no understanding.
But I think you go around the whole of Milan as deficient?
And then, again in my opinion, someone brings bad luck here.
all die ... die too!
At least now, I'm close to something ... anything ... but what?

But something, we were not close to a cock. That weighed on me that I felt in my fingers, I could not touch anything. Everything was left hanging at the level of words. O two-bit of trivia, like the yellow of the blockbuster TV dramas. For a while ' you could also play on, turn to the discovery of America knows that, look for new ways, to learn some other well-known, can decide to take that car and then feel a bit 'rich and a bit' in disguise every time.
Only after a while, 'that he speaks, he speaks a little' less, less and less, until the stupid thing and then do not talk about it anymore. Like a dream come ambition, and a project and then it becomes a memory.
Outside it was raining, and raining a lot. It was Sunday morning, and winter was not that I knew where there were sweaters. I felt like the drops beat on the glass of dry pine needles.
Leaning on his elbows and on the counter, I thought it would be difficult for the home team, playing the game at San Siro, with the sod that you lift the heavy grass, puddles in front of the doors and everything else. Not to mention the toes of the spectators in the stands that would have atrophied. But, as I was concerned, little changed. I was dry and the football shortly after them. Or, I was simply a victim of laziness that attacks any person when it's cold outside. But it should be '. It was only the beginning of the fatigue that comes always after the start.
In fact, after discussion with Emily in my house, we had turned into a sort of Starsky and Hutch Italian. 70's car, laps huge for the city following the tracks that were based more on intuition than on suspects. And throw in the evening on the sofa together like two notes of a chord, was enough to recharge the batteries for the next day. But then it was not enough anymore, and instead of charging one hundred percent, it reached eighty. Then in the seventies, the sixties, the forty-five. And so on, to zero.
I noticed when I filled the third in three days. The Fiat Cinquecento, a machine that consumed almost like a Vespino. The thing was no longer tenable. Yes, it was nice to have that talk for hours and wrecked in the streets, but we had done nothing, and frankly, rather than fatigue, boredom salirmi felt in the legs.
I felt the same sensation from small. At some point in the summer, maybe a few days before August, I wanted to leave his grandparents in California and return home in Milan. Although I knew also that I would soon be tired and I would not miss the fries in the shape of baby's grandmother, someone without an arm or a leg. But I wanted to go home and nothing else. To hear once again the smell of closed two months in the drawers and find the hidden cars in fear of something.
Especially since the sixteenth century was far from the border out of the game. A few days before, it was the old white Fiat to give me one of the biggest disappointments. No fault, certain mechanical last forty years, let alone, but she parked in the box, face forward and the steering turned 90 degrees, well, 'was not the same thing. Was perhaps to be nostalgia, but it was a matter of line, style, and had the Alpha Five hundred no, that's all. Or maybe it was just a matter of bitterness, as the Alfetta had me taken away cowardly thieves in the night, without even turning it on. Even so, to run the engine, one would have noticed.
Some sounds are like the cries of their children.
They did a work up. Lock de garage intact, had even closed the door. For the Police, during the complaint, it seemed strange. According to them I was a drunkard, drug addict who had parked somewhere where and if it was forgotten. Furthermore, it appears also to be an unemployed person whatsoever, and luck. If they knew where I worked, I might as well put a jail.
Or maybe he knew and that play of overtones and "we know that you do not know" them merry. Instead I was crying, her cheeks hot air almost liquid in his throat.
Since morning I awoke with a lump in my stomach that I could not connect to anything. Perhaps the thousands of cigarettes smoked per day. But his hands trembled and because I found it in any rational explanation.
And when I got to open the box, only to see that the shadow of the exhaust pipe on the wall indicated the presence of Alfa, I dropped to his knees. I began to sob, without fear of my face in front of the neighbors. More than
robbed, I felt betrayed, dall'Alfetta who had decided to go with someone else. And even if the Corps recognized the sincerity of my tears, it was no use to continue to perform.
fact is that I signed the complaint. So at that point, the desire to do anything out of the ordinary, I was long past.
Emily does not. The ideas were as numerous as the raindrops on my head and now I pounded on the asphalt. He seemed not to care about my state of mind. Besides, I had indulged in every way, even without claiming one of his few explanation for its persistence. I thought you just want something different in a daily life that did not give me anything. And I had not bothered to explain.
But now that money is essentially beginning to end, did not seem like more time to waste time.
This, too, Emily knew. He had noticed on my way to shift gears on the laziness of shotguns, by the way not to accompany her in libraries. Everything was starting to bother me, even his way of wanting to distract. But not realizing that did not help at all, on his own, went on. But where?
from the death of Turri, had begun to study the pigeons. He had read that really were among the animals most advanced of its kind, supporting the thesis of the article and the journalist. We were back in Sormani and had read the article ten, hundred, thousand times. He thought that we had missed something, a detail, which was the turning point of the story.
Instead, nothing. We had one month after the same information that I had the first time. And so
speed, load, we had made a thousand. In the municipal offices, to understand the move, but Mr. Anselmo is always been a resident there. Nothing. Land registry, to understand the internal changes in the apartment, any restructuring or the like. Nothing. Even the phone company to find a minimum opening. Nothing. We had returned to the apartment of Mr. Anselmo. We had been rebuilt, thanks to the photos that Emily had done perfectly. In every detail. And the more we delved into every hidden corner. I was wondering if we were really looking for something or if I worked part time for a cleaning company. Nothing.
But things if they have to go to a certain extent, continue to go that way. We had traveled for days and days without a draw from a spider hole, indeed. At the register, including cards and paperwork, at home, including pots and chairs, wherever in short, we had found too many spiders. But only those, anything useful. It was the drop and the substrate.
And so, instead of that activity vulgar, I was dedicated to smoking full time.
car does not smoke, but just outside, the buttocks resting on the plate, lighter and cigarette. It was Emily, came, he read, he did. And I spipazzare out. Placid and resigned as a crocodile.
And every time he went out from anywhere, silently, steps in four quarters, entered the car, waiting for me to finish, if I was running out, and said: "No," shaking his head.
After a while, 'even the most went to take. She came to me, shaking me. A coffee together and then we went out. And one more day until the evening, smoking cigarettes and being told: "Nothing," as he shook his head.
It should be '. And then in the dark in my kitchen that smelled of closed and breakfasts, from what I was there they would make the summary. Also in the same way, with only those four items to the poor that we had. And even if
four clues are a test, there are four elements.
A thunder rang through the windows. The telephone rang as a drill, but I did not move an inch.