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1988 - fateful year

We had been for much of the summer vacation the year before Anna Maria and I to discuss and plan the celebrations for our silver wedding, arguing about every detail.

-First you go to church for mass.

The diktat of Anna Maria was the first frog to swallow. Take it or leave it. What to do? I had taken, of course.

celebrate in the same place-quarter of a century ago, argued Anna Maria.

The hotel restaurant, "Rome" in Palmanova was surely a great local, but they had opened in the meantime at least two other equally welcoming. We know, however, that women are romantic and conservative of all the old stuff. And men? Accepted, not for a quiet life or because they are assholes, but why do not you break my balls too.

sbracato So I was across the board. At the bottom was a day of the ca. Next would come after another twenty-five years.

Everything seemed settled. But already in early October it was clear that the year was coming, 1988, it was not like the others, except for our anniversary. There he said the belly of our daughter Stephanie, who grew every day.

How nice to become grandparents, look 'just in May, so she and the child can not attend the party in Italy.

Then in November Manfred, the author of the low blow, he had decided:

-We are getting married in February.

Great! So even skip the celebrations of the birthdays of the two grandparents.

-Let the whole party, Anna Maria snapped.

With cheese! Who will row two fifties at a wedding of two boys of 22 years, with a Topo Gigio already kicking out?

-Want to show off by force? Anna Maria asked me angrily.

imagine, but who cares. Become a grandfather, you would like to? And what a nice party! And what beautiful people! But what good meal! It matters little that has cost me a packet of Deutsche Mark. The lady ...

-Silence, unbeliever! Think of our granddaughter.

I think about it and how. Other grit shell out nearly half the amount planned for our silver wedding goes marching and beating up.

time, however, to start doing the math, from Italy, our first child we furious assaults on the phone.

-That is to say that I am the most stupid of the house!

That seize it now? He looked so peaceful.

-Quiet? Cracked, I would say I am engaged to be married four years and now my sister?

the -Monica ... circumstances ... the eye of the people ...

Col-hunting!

and slams the phone down.

The cloud has thickened: the sky turned dark and already beats the strong storm.

two days time, and Monica is back on the phone.

-We are getting married in June.

End of communication.

pissed If I do double effort, as everyone knows.

So?

So I'm not angry. I take two weeks vacation in June, I prepare for the new blood-letting in the Bank and good night.

Stefi was married in February, with the belly and smiling. He seemed in a trance.

Cristina arrived May 10, exactly 22 years after his mother.

I phoned my mother as a guest for several months in a nice retirement home in Garden City, in a neat and airy room with sea view.

waiting for me and my little family to move forward with two weeks at his home in Civitavecchia. He waited for the last look we had exchanged at the end of August the year before, when I put the bow back toward the north.

-Quest 's all year wrong, but.

-Do not tell me you're not.

Woman on TV in a panic.

-No, do not worry. I take a vacation for the rest of August and come down with the two boys.

On June 22, returning home after the wedding of Monica, as we passed the Austrian border in Tarvisio, I said a couple of harmless joke to Anna Maria, "this coming and going in a few months will not make us feel better this year. " I swear that I was not thinking about money, but in less than forty days would have passed that way again in the opposite direction.

I thought, I thought, I deluded to do it in less than forty days.

the end of that month, however, unexpectedly my mother-in-law's heart suddenly gave way. He was taken to a hospital specializing in Gorizia, but it was running out.

The news of death came to me so that Anna Maria had the strength to pick up the phone in his hand.

I took the rest of the holiday and left scoured.

July 7 at the funeral and then all the pieces of a lifetime to collect.

One Thursday evening I told my wife:

-Tomorrow I leave. Rest a weekend trip to Civitavecchia her.

I took over at 10 Saturday morning, after having signed a release form, which I take full responsibility for everything that could happen.

-Not gonna lose an eye for a moment I said to the director-noon Monday and consign them to you free.

50 hours with my mother.

For me a premiere, for her infinite joy.

-Are you alone?

Anna-Maria has a lot of legal and administrative problems, the boys go to the beach, Monica is on honeymoon, and Stephen has a doll that takes away all the time.

My mother, however, is only interested me: his application was to make sure I did not have much to think about.

For 50 hours I did, "the woman" I prepared breakfast, lunch, dinner, spent the vacuum throughout the apartment; riparai a lamp that did not work for years, but above all I spoke.

I talked, talked, talked.

And she stood there in silence, listening.

Three great things that were taking place:

-my mother was silent;

-I was talking to her;

-I was with my mother for an entire weekend.

The first situation had never occurred.

The second rare times.

The third almost never. The last time I was 13 years.

-Why do not you say anything? I asked.

for thirty years-Why did not you say anything else but the greetings when you arrive and when broken down.

I want to impress-your voice in mind, he added. The riascolterò any time after you're gone.

It was at that moment, I think, that I decided to tell my childhood, as seen from my side, because you come back and I young child. I was deluded to amaze me-here, this is the version of the Enzo, but I realized from the expression on her face that she already knew all about the inner life of his son, baby boy of his son, had not missed anything. I was not able to hide even what I thought, because now that I believed to reveal the very first time, as if some secret, I saw her smile every time even before it concluded the sentence, all sentences.

I had been for her a printed book, as I felt an indecipherable enigma.

I do not know why, but I felt lighter and more happy after finding out.

At the end of the fiftieth riconsegnai now the director of the hospice.

-I'll be back at Christmas, but, also brought Anna Maria.

I went more peaceful: I finally met my mother.

"Anna Maria will be happy to come down at Christmas", I thought.

But in early October I came down alone at full speed with my 2500 turbo to seize at least the last breath of my mother.

a crazy race against time, against the stroke that had knocked the brain.

Al "Pavesi" Florence did a full tank of petrol, I drank coffee in a hurry and I called my sister in law.

-I am in Florence, arriving an hour and a half.

-Take it easy, he said, passed away an hour ago.

On 31 December 1988 that took away thankfully happy and unhappy, where everything had happened, where I become a grandfather, twice-in-law, where she died the mother of Anna Maria, who loved me as a son, and where I had lost my mother after getting to know her really.

Only our silver wedding anniversary had not been celebrated, and nobody speak again.

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He started when he was put hands on him. Some jailers took care of him professionally and energetically. It was quickly put up, and saw that my legs numb from the long and awkward posture not support him, grabbed him in two under the armpits and dragged him away weight.

When the interrogators entered the room knew that they were different in at least three different deodorants, one of which is typically female.

Someone behind her she pulled away abruptly plugs from his ears. It was as if the world exploded around him. A lump of hissing sounds in the ear pierced again, free, bouncing to the brain.

The low voice of the accuser sounded the right of the prisoner

-Have you had enough time to think about it, T-11403 PO. Now my colleague will address you a few questions: weigh well the words when you answer.

-return in the evening of February 2 this year, the metallic voice rasped that the prisoner is now well recognized. We do not care nothing of the man who died in the Mercedes, because now we know everything about him: his name was Steve Tirrell, 29, was a renegade of Minnesota, a former Marine, dishonorably discharged from the Corps for theft and other rubbish, a scoundrel, and he was the bodyguard of your bitch Russian. Since you want to know who was to meet the woman that night and where the meeting was to take place. Easy, right? You were driving, but you knew where you went.

"Fingerprints, meanwhile, thought the prisoner mold of the teeth, store the DNA tests that all the Marines are, then the data is recorded and reported to the surface when needed. Shari has not spoken for sure. They know the name Steve cursed because of their archives. Shari has not spoken, no one said anything she nor Steve nor myself, nor of our mission. It is one of their dirty tricks: a smear of shit dead who can no longer replicate. No, gentlemen! Shari had not spoken, he had tucked into his characters Nikolai Gogol.

"Then, T-PO 11403, what are you waiting for? You can not protect her anymore, your bitch has gone the way that Russia deserved the 'We cooked over low heat. Here and there is roasted a bit', and have burned those nice little places that you loved so much.

The woman from the metallic voice began to laugh, a laugh metal, of course. It did take a fit of laughter almost to sob.

-Beautiful, beautiful ... true, true, the week of Odessa ... beautiful beach, beautiful cottage ... good night all fire burning with the Russian ... the inquisitive laughed without restraint.

"How does this witch to know Odessa? A week of rest after so much stress. Who told you to Odessa? Shari could not have spoken, Shari could not have said anything of the nights of Odessa."

Organization None knew that the two were together. It was their secret: they were alone in Odessa he and Shari, who had spoken?

-Enough of this tomfoolery, T-PO 11403! Cried the inquisitor with voice hard. Who was to meet that night Shari Grigorievna?

With a moment's delay the prisoner understood to have jumped dramatically. Too late! Now the bastards knew they had the center done.

He could not stay because the surprise was monstrous. Shari had never revealed his name, and he had learned by chance from other Russians at the camp in Kandahar, and if he had kept for himself as a precious treasure. By now there was no doubt: Shari had spoken, he had revealed his name, had told him to Odessa and spent nights of love with him and had told all he knew.

PO-T-11403 Make up your mind! The inquisitor shouted. Shari Grigorievna did not know who was to meet that night, otherwise I would have snatched from the mouth with the teeth. You were the only one who knew the plans that evening and now you tell me everything, you got a bastard?

-Hold on, man, hold on! Hector yells running.

-Keep your mouth shut, man! Add Achilles running fast.

"You still have to cross the ocean?" He thinks to ask the prisoner.

-No, we arrived on your island, replied Achilles.

"Island!" Think of the prisoner exclaimed.

-Sicuro, è un'isola, risponde Ettore; ma siamo ancora un po' lontani da te.

-Però arriveremo presto, uomo, aggiunge Achille. Non ti lasceremo solo.

-Non sei più solo, uomo, dice Ettore. Tieni duro, disprezza il dolore,

-Disprezza il dolore, uomo, replica Achille; noi stiamo arrivando.

"Terrò duro, ve lo giuro, pensa di rispondere il prigioniero; so come fare, i bastardi non la vinceranno".

-Tu hai un problema adesso, T-PO 11403, disse la voce bassa dell'accusatore. Ti concedo ten seconds to tell us a name and address.

The second flew.

The jailers him up from his chair and banged on the table with the back iron. And took the chain and spreading her legs and arms, staring at the ankles and wrists of the pins protruding from the four corners of the table. One of the guards opened the suit on the front from the neck to the groin, and another slipped between the jaws of a kind metal denture, fitting between the teeth and palate. Snapped a spring and the two jaws of the dentures were opened a few inches, leaving a gaping mouth.

The prisoner's heart began to beat wildly.

Qualcuno gli aveva afferrato il pene poco sotto il glande e tirava con energia, infilandogli nel canale uretrale attraverso il meato urinario uno stelo duro, compatto e freddo, sicuramente metallico, che gli provocò una immediata e dolorosissima irritazione. Certamente sanguinava, ma quel che lo atterriva era la certezza che si trattasse del catodo di un generatore di energia elettrica, il cui anodo teneva già bene incastrato tra i denti.

Ricordò il rumore di un rotore che aveva chiaramente udito nella registrazione delle ultime parole di Shari, e capì. Shari , che era stata allenata a resistere a ogni tipo di tortura psicologica e fisica, aveva confessato vita, miracoli e morte sotto electrical discharges of high voltage who knows.

The first shock caused him to beat his head violently on the table, while a series of atrocious dense wafting from the penis, which was burning wildly, all the joints. Someone was pulling out of the mouth the tongue with a snap tool. The prisoner was no longer able to connect, but he knew that his tongue was on fire.

the second shock he fainted.

They did find a vein that led back pain at any desired place by the captors, the point that the most sensitive fibers in its most hidden.

-We can wait and start again as and when we want, T-PO 11403, the prosecutor said. Convince yourself that you earn if you first work together, we can change us, but your situation does not improve. You will come to tell us everything we want without even noticing.

The prisoner listened attentively to the low, constant hum of the rotor, which increases in volume. He rose abruptly with deafening sound and the man was split in two, four, into a thousand pieces. The penis, testes, intestines, eyes were now burning coals. The language did not feel more now.

-If we damage the brain can no longer tell us anything meaningful, "said the prosecutor.

The prisoner heard the dim hum of the rotor.

-A name and address, T-PO 11403, the prosecutor said, loud and hard, tell us what we want and we will leave you in peace today.

The prisoner desperately focused on a particular technique of defense that he had learned, tested and successfully implemented several times in Kandahar threw back his eyes, the air expelled from the lungs and waited. Just got the download, very strong, he fainted.

of new pumps fluid into his veins, but now the prisoner had acquired the confidence to hold out for a while '.

And again fainted, twice, three times in a row.

*

-Wake up, man! The intimate Hector. Wake up at all and there you will see.

Courage-wake up! Come on, man, look, we are here with you.

Achille's voice was now close, damn close. Then the prisoner takes place and sees them, of course, beside him the two heroes, his two great friends.

"save me, do not you?" Think to ask.

-Ti salveremo, uomo, gli risponde Achille.

-Faremo cessare i tuoi spasimi e porremo fine alla tua prigionia, gli dice Ettore premuroso.

-Fra non molto sarai libero, aggiunge Achille.

"Potrò venire via insieme a voi?" Pensa di chiedere il prigioniero.

-Noi ti aspetteremo, gli risponde Ettore.

-Sì, ti aspetteremo e poi andremo via con te, dice Achille mentre gli libera la lingua dal meccanismo che la teneva serrata e ferma fuori dalla bocca.

-Ingoia questo adesso, dice Ettore introducendo tra le labbra del prigioniero una pasta morbida, Inghiottine ancora a bit '.

"I can not move the jaw" think to say the prisoner.

-I got it, taking his Achilles intervenes jaw and helping him to swallow.

Now, you remit the language in this unit, "says Hector.

-They should not notice anything, explains Achilles will be a nice surprise.

"But when will I be free?" Think of asking the prisoner, again filled with terror.

-not being afraid, man, assures him that Hector. They just want to come back again tortured.

"Then hang up the electric generator and send you a strong discharge, tells Achilles.

-At that moment, you're free, Hector tells him.

"And you will be ready to wait" plan to end the prisoner.

see them disappear through the walls. It relaxes: his part was just waiting for his torturers to come back.

*

Military Police Colonel Bruce Hiwais stamp and signature on the top right one after another forty-six sheet of his report, adding to the massive practice that night a carrier would resulted in the capital, delivery to the Chief of Staff.

will have to scratch an itch really great, thought the colonel lighting his pipe. The lower is a bit 'the arrogance of those Saputelli the Pentagon, and the worms will come to one of those beggars of the Secret Service, someone who knew him.

The colonel grinned. There had never been bad blood between his Department and the Services, in his report and he had not spared reproach and fierce opinions. There was something else to do? There was someone to be saved in that mess? Nobody could accuse him of partisanship. Who pays wrong, how dearly and in that case. Spend a few centinaio di milioni di dollari per organizzare un lager di assoluta sicurezza, dal quale nessun prigioniero potesse evadere e nessuna guardia potesse uscirsene tranquillamente (perché dall'isola sarebbero andati via solamente i morti, ma questo erano in pochi a saperlo), e dove i maledetti giornalisti e operatori TV non sarebbero mai riusciti a mettere il naso, e poi non riuscire a impedire che uno schifoso terrorista si infilasse nel culo una carica esplosiva con cui saltare in aria insieme a sei guardie e tre pezzi grossi dei Servizi, portandosi all'inferno segreti importantissimi, beh! Giudicate un po' voi cervelloni.

Per quel che ti riguarda, complimenti terrorista di merda! Non c'è che dire, hai fatto un bel bang.

But the troubles were not over yet, because those sons of bitches of Amnesty International were in possession of photo-bomb, had by someone, a picture of a torture chamber complete with electric generator in the foreground and cables nell'uccello slipped and ass terrorist tied half-naked on a table.

Colonel grinned again, someone had cut the balls alone.

He tapped his pipe on the desk, knocking the ashes from the stove. He stood up and stretched. Colonel Bruce Hiwais was satisfied with his work as always: clean, competent, well done and well written, in a word, perfect. As always, in fact.

went into the bathroom, washed his hands, combed his hair, he began to put the tie and kick the bag with care. Emerged from the bathroom, glanced round at the small office that was his during the three-week investigation, the place went back to his chair, put on his overcoat, turned off the light and went in humidity in the afternoon.

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PO 11403 THIRD SLICE - SLICE PO 11403 TWO YEARS AGO AT Fifty

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regained consciousness while someone flung buckets of cold water on his face. They had removed the chain and now he's throwing more water on him.

Pull-up, you piece of shit, and stripped naked, he called a jailer.

-Face to the network, shouted another. Spread your legs, raises his arms and do not move more to my order.

Run without a murmur.

A Starter croaked a couple of times. The violent jet of boiling water that hit the kidneys staggering the naked man, who had to cling to the wire on which he had been flattened.

searched the water everywhere, from the heels up and down the neck and back.

-Turn around now! Back to the grid, legs apart, arms up.

When it was over the naked man slid down the wire as a bladder that collapses. It was pulled and pushed by force into a dry suit. Two men grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away, bringing it back into the room where he started.

*

not heard them coming, but his captors were in the room, many people, at least three.

-do you listen to a recording said the accuser. I warn you not recognize right away, but the voice of your wife, what was with you on the night of Feb. 2.

-La tua compagna è morta, aggiunse la voce metallica della donna, che il prigioniero immediatamente riconobbe. È riuscita a crepare prima di dirci tutto quello che sapeva, la tua puttana. Ma tu completerai tutte le lacune, ci puoi giurare.

"È una trappola, pensò il prigioniero; mi vogliono fregare con questo vecchio trucchetto. Ma non sanno che io la conosco perfettamente la voce di Shari".

Sentì lo scatto secco del play, poi il fruscio del registratore che si avviava. Dopo alcuni secondi gli arrivò un lamento fioco, poi un altro e qualcosa mormorata sommessamente.

Un sordo rumore di fondo si materializzò per quello di un increased rotor speed, and being subjected to the torture he screamed, then sobbed and were screams and sobs of a woman, a woman dying.

Suddenly a weak voice, broken, began to speak short words, detached from each other, about twenty in all, then his voice trailed off.

-You recognize your friends? He asked the accuser.

Maybe it was the voice of Shari, maybe not. However a word in Russian, and Shari was Russian.

-I still let you hear from the other, the accuser said.

Again the noise of the rotor speed increased, back sobs and screams, then when the rotor noise faded, Shari began talking slowly but clearly in Russian, reciting from memory something mandate diligently. This time the prisoner knew for sure the voice of his sister's fight: Shari was, without doubt, and was dying.

-What he said was translated: it is the beginning of the first chapter of the second volume of "Dead Souls" by Gogol, but here certainly have a special meaning that you can explain to us, is not it? We are convinced that your friend before you burst have sent you a message. We'll leave a little 'time to think, then tell us all.

He heard coming out of leaving him alone, and fell into the blackest despair.

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despair, however, could only serve to open the gates of hell. It was instead to think and react quickly, because they would not have given much time to do so.

Shari had not left messages, as they thought his captors, but he knew what Shari had done: turned to the myth of his childhood, then she adored Nicolai Gogol, reciting passages of "Dead Souls ". He had taken refuge in a virtual world, tuffandovici in body and soul, and while are alienated from the real one is made impregnable and inaccessible to all.

"becomes another, told him, I become a warrior in ancient and overcome any obstacle. If one day I had to catch me so I would defend their torture: becomes indestructible. You should try too."

But he remembered only a few passages of the Iliad.

"If you can not remember ever invented, had contended Shari; there is any limit to the imagination, the important thing is to have you come in the novel or poem not only with the mind, but with shoes T-shirt and pants. Do you understand? In short, he concluded, must be able to vivere dall'altra parte insieme coi tuoi personaggi, qui da noi basta che tu continui a respirare".

"Devo provare a imitare Shari", pensò; doveva uscire dal suo corpo, che ne facessero poi quel che volevano.

*

Non li aveva sentiti entrare, ma annusò il lezzo del loro sudore. Si catapultarono su di lui sollevandolo di peso e trascinandolo via. Una porta fu spalancata con stridore di cardini non oleati. Forse quella porta da molto tempo non veniva aperta.

Lo fecero inginocchiare e sedere sui talloni.

-Hanno pensato che per meditare hai bisogno di absolute silence, "said one of the guards, so now we will put you in a nice pair of ear plugs new rubber new.

She put the first cap, pushing it into force, and put the cap pushing in second with even more violence.

was finally alone with the silence of his soul.

"I might just go crazy, she thought, would be the liberation."

But he could not do anything in that condition that groped to implement the method of Shari.

Scraping the bottom of memories. He had difficulty in recovering a couple of lines with which to begin his recitation dumb. He tried to locate the precise point in the poem he was looking for: the duel between Hector and Achilles. He tried trying to make a first sentence, but the memory wavered.

Meanwhile he began to see the walls of Troy. There was tumult of warriors on the run, terrified, trying to return to the city, which struggled together, they trampled, terrified of Achilles that was coming after having massacred many. The doors were closed with vigorous thrusts. Here are all safe, with only Hector has been left out: supports the shield and spear at the highest of the walls and think the clash is imminent and decisive.

"And Achilles was close."

"As he saw Hector took fright, could not wait any longer still, it leaves behind the doors and fled, he ran well Pelide relying on quick feet."

not otherwise came into his mind, but he saw the two doing battle against Hector and saw fall. Now he lies at the feet of Achilles, and suddenly disappear images of marble walls and towers of Ilium, and the images of dead bodies unburied in the valley, is a desert landscape and bleak, almost colorless. In the middle are still the two heroes, one winner and erect, the other lying at her feet, defeated and dead, motionless as statues.

Suddenly Achilles withdraws from the wound the spear of Hector and lay on the ground with the shield. He bends down and helps the rebound fell to the ground. Hector gets up and shakes the dust from his armor. Search his spear. It goes to Achilles and whispers something in his ear. The other shows him away the spear stuck to the ground. Hector goes to pick it up and close the door to his shield. He takes off his helmet and plumed Achilles does the same. Seem to be two main actors of a movie, who just finished filming a scene and make comments.

turned towards the prisoner.

-Are you ready, man? Hector yells.

The prisoner did not dare respirare, mentre un gelo improvviso gli serpeggia nelle vene.

-Mi sembri sorpreso, uomo, gli grida Achille.

-A me sembra morto di paura, aggiunge Ettore.

-Svegliati uomo, incalza Ettore; siamo qui per te.

-Ci hai chiamati tu, aggiunge Achille, e adesso ci tratti così?

-Vedi che non può parlare, osserva Ettore.

-Dì piuttosto che non vuole parlare, replica Achille.

-Non si fida di noi, pensi tu? Chiede Ettore.

-Non si fida di se stesso.

-Non should you talk, or how you felt about talking to the prisoner Hector cries.

-We now we walked and we are there where you are, says Achille. Take some 'time, but we will not have doubts.

-on with the moral, the cries Ettore, so we will not reach them.

-E do not ask if we are true or a dream of yours, Achilles adds laughing, think that we are your only hope, and think only that you at least pretend to be happy.

"We look forward to, he thought the prisoner to answer. I wanted to understand that I can not wait to see you go."

-So is a lot better, man, Achilles shouting back, we get to start walking.

The prisoner saw them pick up weapons and shields. set off at a brisk pace, joking with each other. They disappeared from his view as sucked into a wall of fog.

A tangle of thoughts and nightmares began to swirl in the mind of the prisoner. He saw ghosts and heard the voices: sure it had been the start of its collapse. He was short, out of mind. Best for him. Soon he would be tortured and would return. There is a limit to endurance physical suffering, but he did not know his own, had never entered into the tunnel and did not idea di come se ne uscisse.

-Siamo più vicini a te, uomo, gli grida Achille.

Erano ricomparsi all'improvviso: camminavano fra dune di sabbia. Il prigioniero aveva subito pensato che si trovassero in un deserto, ma poi aveva sentito il rumore della risacca, gli era arrivato alle narici l'odore aspro e salmastro del mare.

-Siamo su una spiaggia, gli conferma Ettore; adesso c'è da attraversare l'oceano.

Scomparvero nel nulla lasciando il prigioniero in un limbo tra gioia e dolore, un limbo di incertezza.

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Un anno...

One year without you.
A long year of absence. But you always close to us, in our memories, our laughter, in our prayers, in our newly renovated house but also brings your mark because we think together.
You went Monday in a bright, cold but sunny, just like today. And after the house was filled with all the people you have loved and have been there with us, to pray and sing with us, support us with their affection with their energy, their hugs. The same happened a few days later, and after Mass in the church. And you were there with us, the holidays have always loved you!
This year it will. Sunday, and tomorrow night, and next Saturday: a long holiday, with people who were most dear to you. Why are you friends were important, as they are for us.
And I understand that "Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted." Blessed are we, that we have had and blessed us with the network that surrounds us and sustains us and tries to make lighter this pain, that your absence.

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12.30

Il January 24, 1960, half an hour after noon I saw Anna Mary for the first time. And for the first time she saw me, tall and thin-looking skinny as I was Jesus, not even 73 kilograms per meter and 81 - in uniform of lieutenant of artillery.

Blame on-or-other officer of my regiment, a dear friend, also from Dover, Gianfranco Effe. I had fallen into his house the night before, was a Saturday, and was making plans for a pretty good little program.

-You come with me tomorrow morning, he told me. I'll meet a girl.

-Are you crazy? Tomorrow I'm going to Trieste, I have a beautiful movement.

-Noooo! You must come with me! Do me a favor. I started with Elle, a carton of one meter and 80, who has a friend almost as tall as you and I have no other long enough. And then you're my friend and adds up better.

The thing smelled strong.

When a friend calls you for escort to a girl who accompanied her, usually the girl that you had to put up with the whole evening was a mussel. Some favors were normal among friends, of course, to make good.

Here was the fact the height. Elle I had already seen from a distance: a slap as tall as me, skinny, big nose, with glasses and short-sighted of the two beans that threw 43 laterally as due remi.

"Se tanto mi dà tanto, pensai, una cozza con due fave di mezzo metro fuori bordo, sai che figura di merda".

A Trieste avevo un paio di stelle, a Udine ne conoscevo una niente male, che mi aveva dato subito il numero del suo telefono e che viveva da sola.

Insomma avevo l'imbarazzo della scelta e adesso questo qui mi stava incastrando.

Piagnucolava.

-Dai, che amico sei? Ci vai un'altra volta a Trieste.

"Sì, e le due pupe stanno lì già in pigiama ad aspettarmi".

Ma era un amico, un compaesano; come togliermelo dai piedi?

-Dove ci si dovrebbe incontrare? Gli chiesi.

-In chiesa, alla messa solenne di mezzogiorno.

-Pure?

Non bastava la cozza, anche la puzza dell'incenso che odiavo.

Capì al volo.

-Guarda che la tua è carina forte. Possiamo rimanere in fondo alla chiesa, se vuoi.

Ci pensai un secondo: avevo trovato l'escamotage.

-Stammi bene a sentire. Io vengo e la guardo. Se mi piace resto, sennò ti saluto, OK?

When the day after we were inside the church, a dozen feet beyond the front door, I asked him:

-Where 's?

-They're basically on our right, near water font. Yours is the one with the clear coat.

By slow and studied the art of not ever getting caught in the act, which the boys then had the DNA, I glanced at the ceiling, another on the wall at a side altar, and then I found myself slowly turned around 120 degrees, with absolute indifference.

when I saw his head lowered to control the foot and never knows what. On the head had a colored handkerchief tied under the chin.

Hair Color, nada, facial features, nada. Very slender and tall, but not stratospheric, with a coat tied at the waist that came above her knees.

from knees to feet was the only visible area, and it was a great field, a great view.

-right, rest, said Gianfranco Effe, after I turned over, but now let's go out, that is the smell of wax gives me a circle around his head.

When finished putting in the square went out I could see her hair, copper red, his face beautiful indeed beautiful, gray-green eyes, that is gray with green lightning.

"Kill what is this nice!"

Gianfranco I pulled at his sleeve.

-Why is alone? It has a glass eye? You deaf? The smell my breath? Spring flatulence while walking? What's wrong?

-Nothing, nothing, I am the villain, it's all right, but she is the Anna Maria we were talking about this week at the Officers Club.

And he told me now fetentone?

well remembered throughout the discussion. Some officers of the shell, which I had seen around with this and with that in the evening-the country was small, the angles in the dark and bloody a few already busy, too many currencies in circulation-were mounted on the story that had arrived from Rome, the world champion de Tomber femme.

-See if you can with Anna Maria, said the capocalotta, a senior lieutenant next captain.

-Who is Anna Maria? I asked.

-The most beautiful girl in the province of Udine, the most stubborn, a buffer piston, one that sends all in white.

I had looked well from going is looking for trouble, and now the best of Lower Friuli stood before me.

the evening we went dancing and I started the engine of my katerpiller.

Three hours after take me home and I took my leave unaware of the beautiful.

Just one Anna Maria said to her best friend Elle.

-When did you get that dude do not call me, I do not want to see him again.

Two days later he changed his mind and went with me, just to see if that guy was really good from the air for so much stupid.

I think I passed his examination, because 51 years later is still with me.

In Trieste I did not go over and even in Udine.

For me, Anna Maria ein Glückfall was a fluke.

woman is the mildest, the most loving, the most intelligent, most generous, most everyone I've met.

Only she could bear with me and face the waves of the sea, which was rarely Quiet and almost always muddy and violent.

For Anna Maria I have been her first child, sometimes a mysterious object, often something to love without ifs and buts, without thinking, without conditions.

Lucky for me.

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T - FIRST SLICE PO 11403

Even if there is someone that my prose is verbose, ugly and almost disgusting, I would propose the story to my blog through which I became acquainted with Giulia Fabbri, my publisher of "Tuesday after the fall."

find it extremely interesting, but he preferred a novel and a novel he had.

I suggest to my friends and all those who approach this post with serenity, but also to those who approach it with envy and enmity.

T - PO 11403

1

His accuser was a newcomer. He had recognized the heavy tread had just entered the room through the front door. That was the only thing certain in its possession: the door was of iron and sealed. He had worked long years in a department with a high risk of explosives factory, where all the doors were of that tipo.

La porta era di ferro quindi, come la sedia su cui lo legavano con cinghie alle caviglie e al torace, come il tavolo su cui lo facevano sbattere tutte le volte con le cosce o con le anche. Sedia e tavolo erano fissati al pavimento, se ne era accorto subito, la prima volta che li aveva urtati.

L'uomo, insaccato in una tuta di tela arancione, sedeva rigido con le mani dietro la schiena legate da una catena. Una doppia benda di tela gommata gli era stata passata sugli occhi da quando lo avevano catturato.

Irrigidì per un attimo i muscoli del collo e inspirò col naso lentamente, a fondo. Un odore nuovo, diverso dal solito, gli era penetrato nelle narici: his accuser was not alone this time, it was done accompanied by a woman.

PO-T-11403, broke the low voice of the accuser, where were you on the evening of February 2, 2004?

The same question of all beginnings of questioning, the same for weeks or months, or years.

-We know that you drive the Mercedes that night, admit it for once. Tell us who the third person in the car.

"Breathe deeply, he said, slowly exhale. Do not turn your head. Now swallow slowly. Do not give him thinking that you're thirsty, you're afraid."

PO-T-11403, the female voice was metallic, incisiva; la donna che era insieme a voi due ha ceduto e collabora, ma non conosceva il terzo uomo. Il nome devi dircelo tu.

Sentì che aveva bisogno di orinare.

"Orina con calma sul posto, si disse. Non ti devi curare di quello che penseranno."

Era stato allenato a pisciarsi seduto nei pantaloni, ma adesso era tutto diventato difficile.

"Devo concentrarmi solamente sulla mia vescica e sul mio pene, pensò; devo riuscire a spremere fuori l'orina senza troppa fatica."

Agì con studiata energia sui muscoli del ventre e delle natiche. Sentì forti bruciori nel condotto urinario all'interno the penis. It helped her breathing faster and finally felt the pressure to get urine level of the glans, but those last few millimeters seemed insurmountable. Put into action all the ventral and dorsal muscles that had taught him to recognize and encourage pushing with full force as he could. He heard the jet burst of urine, but found there to be defecated in abundance.

A moment later he heard the woman jumped up.

-The bastard has responded in its own way, shouted angrily.

-you will regret having done so, the son of a bitch, the accuser said angrily.

Man in chains again felt the air flow driven by the piston and the click of locking devices, then only his breath a bit 'breath.

"You must not open his mouth to speak even when you're sure to be alone," he thought.

"Count from one to thousands, slowly spelling out each number and then back up from a thousand to one. So: u-du-no ... and ... three ... four ... "

At number four-hundred-to-ses-san-i-ta-if the lock snapped.

*

weight dragging him, holding it under the armpits, along a corridor. The steps of the two carriers rumbled as the ceiling bottom of a tunnel.

taking a lock. The two carriers made him kneel down and pushed him down so they sit on their heels. Fasten the chain around him to life in another chain, fixed to the ground. There was the click of a padlock.

A third person was entered in the meantime. He had to carry something heavy and metallic. The prisoner's heart was beating violently. Someone's put behind him a forearm on his back while pushing forward with a hand seized him at the front throwing his head back violently.

Another shook the very strong nose with two fingers, tightening nostrils in a vise. Do not give up and to breathe the prisoner was forced to gape. A moment later he felt something hard and unpleasant penetrate deeply into the mouth between tongue and palate, like a large cork, which was immediately blocked by a strip of rubberized canvas pulled tight from the mouth to the neck, and passed all around more than once so that the jaw and neck to become one piece. The cap had to be drilled in the middle because we were putting down a tube or a funnel. He heard the sound of an electric motor that was started.

The jet came to a sudden chill in the throat.

coughed, gasped, he hunched, ricacciò in gola il catarro espettorato, e alla fine ingozzò fino all'ultima goccia l'orrido liquame.

I suoi tormentatori si allontanarono lasciandogli in bocca l'intera apparecchiatura. Adesso gli rimaneva solo da attendere gli spasimi della morte.

I primi dolori lo afferrarono allo stomaco: un pugno violentissimo all'altezza del piloro.

Il morso di un cane feroce gli dilaniò l'intestino. Sentì che le budella gli si gonfiavano come vesciche.

"Adesso scoppio", pensò.

Un grosso peso prese a correre su e giù dentro i suoi intestini: una grossa biglia infuocata rimbalzava torn on the intestinal wall going towards the exit, then return back with violence.

uttered a long guttural groan when the ball crossed the limits of anal orifice.

rumbled like thunder: a huge rush of diarrhea. The prisoner felt the warmth of your body fluid salirgli up to his armpits.

screamed uncontrollably, and fainted.

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Torta Vesuvio

On Faccialibro am part of a group of moms and a dad who love to cook and photograph their culinary productions. It 'a diverse group in age and as a geographical origins, as well as tastes, so we exchange recipes of all kinds, and the various regional traditions, and with influences from countries other than Italy. But the characteristic that unites the group is to make a cake partticolare, the cake of roses, both sweet and savory cake of sisterhood, in some way.
I've never done and now for the first time I have produced a variation in salt water.
Here is the recipe.
Ingredients: 3 eggs, 100 g. of milk, 100 g. of butter, 25 g fresh yeast (or 1 packet of yeast freeze-dried), 550 g. flour, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon sugar, 2 tablespoons Parmesan. the filling of this pie is made with 200 g. of Emmental cheese and 200 g. of ham sliced \u200b\u200band then made squares.

Dissolve yeast in warm milk with a teaspoon of sugar and a bit 'of flour on a work surface to make the flour remaining, putting salt on the rim, Parmesan cheese and bits of butter. Pour into the center lievitino and gradually mix all the ingredients, adding the eggs already beaten last. Knead vigorously until you have a smooth and elastic. Put the dough in a bowl, cover and let rise for an hour and a half hours until the dough doubles in volume. finished rising, divide the dough into balls of about 50 g. one: there are about 16 or 17. With a rolling pin roll out each ball and fill each small layer of about a tablespoon filling, then close like a bundle. Place the dumplings with the closure downwards into a buttered and floured baking pan large enough, keeping them close to each other. Brush surface with beaten egg and sprinkle with seeds of your choice, I used sesame oil. Bake in preheated oven at 180 degrees for 40 minutes. Remove from the oven and wait a while ': the cake should be served warm.

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Tatin salata ai pomodori

House renewed, new oven, so what better way to usher in a beautiful (and very good) pie? So puff pastry various magazines including Italian Cooking on the iPhone, I found the recipe for me.
need: 2 zucchini, garlic, parmesan, basil, extra virgin olive oil, 8 red tomatoes, 1 roll of puff pastry, 1 yellow pepper, pepper, salt, ground 3 slices of bread, pine nuts.
It scald the tomatoes, peel, cut in half, are emptied, they are salted and put them upside down on a plate to drain. Frying pepper, it peels and it deprives itself of the seeds and membranes and reduce it into small cubes. Cut the zucchini into small cubes also. You skip the zucchini with garlic, olive oil and dried as soon as I joined the pepper, salt and pepper on and off. Mix the chopped vegetables along with white bread 2 tablespoons cheese and chopped basil (I have not made because no in season and do not like to dry). Blot and dry the tomatoes with paper towels, fill them with the diced zucchini and bell pepper, oil a baking dish about 29 cm. in diameter, covered with a disc of baking paper, oil very thoroughly and sprinkle with Parmesan and 40 g. pine nuts. Place the mold on tomatoes with the stuffing side up. Unroll the pastry and prick with a fork, then spread it over the tomatoes by covering them and tuck the edges. Bake in preheated oven at 200 degrees for 35 minutes, then bake the cake on a plate that can go in the oven, sprinkle with more Parmesan and put in the oven under the grill to toast the pine nuts. Serve freshly baked tatin. This

was my personal "welcome back" in the kitchen!

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MY SOUL, IF C '

My soul, if any, lies well:

under the rubble of my days,

under layers of ash

the sadness of my sleepless nights,

under the ideals that have abandoned

under the pains that I wanted

forget

not to become consumed.

My soul, if any, risk

will not find more

because it can not be that

I figured, why not

can stay there

where I believed.

to go see this bluff

should let life kill me,

in one way or another,

because, if my soul is,

I can pull it out of the mud

where I kneaded

and infilarmici in

from now to infinity.

Written after midnight on January 16, 2011

in Maximiliansau.

I am very confused and perplexed because they doubt the existence of the soul-as old as the world-and my self-doubt, as old as me, I have neglected for many, many, many years, now back to bother.

There is the soul, no?

And if there were more than one? Maybe that changes the skin like a snake?

A bunch of anime, which slides out from time to time a wild card, an ace, a scartina?

But this question is so important?

is a problem or not?

All these questions do not give a clear sense-and-so that you get the discomfort that is within each of us, whether we admit it or not.

If I could say with conviction, but who cares, I solved the problem and I could live in peace.

But I can not, and I live badly.

Nose Wart White Treatment

Verso l'ignoto

Marano lagoon, pier, January 2011

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Any doubt is a reasonable certainty!

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IS THE COUSIN OF ADOPTIVE LAST EPISODE

13.

John Cally Filiput not ever tried to have a long relationship with a woman he had never had much luck, had left all, who in one way and one of another, and he eventually had always had to suffer even if held on tight and do not let see.

began a life of Monaco, the whole house and shop, counting the steps as they say, without ever making a move unnecessary. He felt contented, felt safe, did not come temptations. And people thought that it seemed to him, so he had never given too much importance to what others thought.

he passed fifteen years: He happened to pass some time before the windows of the "modern art FDR Library. After a while 'time he had seen an elegant gentleman next to Silvia, who spoke almost as much a she, a fish that swam right into that, but John Cally did not feel any envy. If it was just right for her tried and was successful to trovarselo, he would be his workshop sparsely furnished apartment and the only way for men who just want to stay.

Silvia gets older every time he saw her, it was also quite hunched, long natural as it was, and now no longer wore shoes with high heels. The legs will hurt, he thought John Cally; happens to women who have walked a life on those stilts.

One Sunday he went to the Cathedral to hear the solemn mass sung in coming though the front was found. She was alone and he had nodded his head. We have also exchanged a few words of fact, if she had not been pounded to the ground with eyes wide open on him as if he saw a ghost, then slipped away, Piazza Diaz notched as fast as he could. What the hell was taken after so many years? It could not have guilt for having sent away from home, without a reason. But then what sense of guilt? If you had grown tired of him had the right to make it go away. Perhaps even now he was ashamed for not having experienced at least before downloading it that way. But the gnawing doubt.

Returning home he took off his coat, placed it in the closet and shut the door when they came back in the mirror to its central image. He went to the window and opened. He went back to look in the mirror in the light. She went and checked the details of his face.

for him that he shaved twice a week was normal that her face appeared so, but that Silvia had not seen him for almost fifteen years must have had a stroke, John had not changed anything since the days of their partnership, not had white hair, he had no wrinkles or bags under the eyes or under the chin, there was a wire to burn fat on his body, wearing the same suit to work and then the size of the trousers and jackets were the same . In short, had been young.

Silvia knew nothing of Kurt Marx and the mystery of his appearances, it was considered a natural phenomenon, a kind of monstrosity. I wonder how we would be upset if had continued to live together, think how he would find himself taking inflaccidire day after day, while he is still the same handsome young fresh and smooth skin on the chest and thighs with a bad ass hard and not those of the tripe his age.

Already, by the way, what was your age? John Philip was born in Rome in 1910, said his papers, and then had sixty years, but John Cally Filiput was born in Virginia in 1892, and had seventy-eight years old, while the mirror reflected the image of a man well-kept and health of not more than thirty years.

-or twenty-five, he remarked aloud.

Why always that number? Perché ogni volta che voleva darsi un'età corrispondente alla sua apparenza gli veniva quella strana idea? Non lo sapeva, ma pensava sempre di doversi dare venticinque anni, e questo era un fatto. A forza di venirgli in mente quel numero e di farci su le sue riflessioni s'era convinto che un nesso ci dovesse essere tra il numero venticinque e la sua età apparente: lui aveva venticinque anni nel 1917, il giorno e il mese del massacro di Ypres, il 6 di novembre, e lì era rimasto con la memoria, al momento del primo salvataggio di Kurt Marx. Era quindi una sua fissazione, era lui che si voleva vedere così come allora, perché bastava che si sforzasse un po' con la memoria per rivedersi con indosso l'uniforme del 122° fanteria: aveva more or less the physique and the face, more like now that you so rarely and badly shaved.

After that Sunday morning to avoid passing in front of Piazza Missori Library for not meeting Silvia, but the terrified woman's face looking at him down the aisle of the cathedral not be erased from the mind more.

past eight years even started a fast decline. Silvia had been dead for a few days, "after rapid and relentless disease," the obituary as saying in Corriere della Sera. He went to his funeral while remaining in the shadows in back of the church. Back home, he felt bad the first time in a long time. He had missed the breath nel fare la rampa di scale che lo portava dall'officina al suo appartamento. Si era disteso sul letto, ma il malore non passava, così era rimasto immobile per il resto della giornata. La mattina dopo si era guardato allo specchio e aveva capito: rughe profonde che il giorno prima non c'erano solcavano il suo viso e gli avvizzivano il collo e le mani, e poi aveva un senso di oppressione al torace, dentro il quale il cuore batteva come un martello, e le gambe se le sentiva molli e debolissime.

Dopo un paio di giorni in quello stato si recò da un medico. Ormai non riusciva quasi più a fare le sue cose quotidiane, ed era dovuto rimanere seduto su una sedia in officina col fiato corto.

Il dottore gli aveva detto che a sessantotto years could happen sudden crises such as that, and had prescribed some drugs, may also want to be admitted to a clinic to take all examinations and investigations. John Cally Filiput replied that we would have thought, and went back to his house without even go to the pharmacy.

Step by step he felt the weight of his actual age was the toppling him all at once. An intolerable burden for one who had not had time to get used to as all normal people. But from all evil comes good. Someone had said those words, or he had read somewhere, however, had to be true because John Cally Filiput knew he was going to meet again with Kurt Marx. Precisely for this he had bought the drugs that the young doctor had prescribed and would never have entered into a clinic. It was under the personal protection of Kurt, and he knew it was coming.

thought of having to wait days, maybe weeks even, but it was hours that night I felt the presence in his room. The extreme pain in the chest did not give him any rest all day, but then exhausted with fatigue had dozed off. Suddenly he was awakened not understand how long he slept. He felt that Kurt was in the room and called him softly. He emerged from a dark corner, highly visible without any light illuminates him and John could see it perfectly in every detail. She was dressed in new uniforms American 122 ° Infantry Regiment, and was sitting in his chair.

-Did not you ever taken the right?

Kurt Marx shook his head.

"Now did you put it back, but for how long?

Kurt stood up and walked toward him, a quick step.

-Not anymore, said, now you and me we'll go together.

She held out her hand and took it Filiput John Cally. As soon as their hands touched John felt light and joyful as ever was, a gust of wind penetrated the limbs and a deep feeling of freedom invaded.

-I'm not old, Kurt, are no longer sick.

-Te I told you I protect you, nothing bad can not happen, John. From now we will not ever again.

this time John had understood.

Kurt-I died?

The "German" looked at him in silence, then opened his mouth in a smile of joy, leaving him to review the gap between the upper teeth.

Can I take a last look at my body?

Watch-well, "replied Kurt.

Filiput John Cally turned toward the bed, but a fog had filled her room with a thick fog and gray. He tried to less, the hands and began to see something emerge slowly. But it was not a room, rather than a clear, slime e buche fangose dappertutto, che venivano invase velocemente dalla nebbia, non più grigia ma gialla. Guardò con maggior attenzione e gli sembrò di vedere un profondo camminamento, una trincea scavata e disposta a zig-zag nel terreno. Aveva già visto quel posto, ne era certo. Poi di colpo la nebbia si diradò e scomparve e lui vide i corpi abbandonati nel fango, dentro le buche, nel fondo della trincea.

-Ma è la nostra trincea a Ypres, esclamò John. Perché mi viene adesso davanti agli occhi?

-Guardali bene quei fanti, gli disse Kurt.

-Sono i nostri camerati, li riconosco tutti.

-Anche quei due avvinghiati là in fondo?

Si avvicinarono e John he clearly saw the body of Kurt, who was killed by the gas. Her arms as if to protect an infant clutching smaller than him, his face sunk in the mud.

John the riot.

and watched a long time.

-So then I am dead?

-It has not saved any that morning.

-

But because I lived again, Kurt? What sense had all these years? You can make me understand?

-I was the one destined to live for another sixty years, John, not you. But I have committed a heinous crime: I took your life, firing a blow between the teeth, and as they see bears the mark. I had to pay my debt I had to ensure those sixty years a un altro della mia stessa età, e io l'ho fatto. Adesso che ho pagato il mio debito resterò sempre con te, perché i sessantun anni di vita che abbiamo in comune ci legano per sempre.

John Cally aveva soltanto una domanda da fare, e la fece.

-Perché è toccato proprio a me, Kurt?

-Io questo non lo so. Mi sono trovato in una strada di Richmond in un giorno d'estate del 1916 all'improvviso, poche ore dopo il mio funerale a Limburg. In quella strada sotto il sole in quel momento passavi tu. Eri tu quello che io dovevo proteggere. Questo è quello che so.

-Adesso ho capito tutto.

-Bene, disse Kurt; allora se è così ce ne possiamo andare via da questo place.

-Always with Kurt?

-two of us together forever in the universe.

-could be a good title for a novel of adventure, or a thread, is not it?

-Yes, it could he concluded Kurt and went quickly.

was nearing the end of the trench. John Cally Filiput had to start running to get there.

*****