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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