Katie walks the half-deserted streets Florence of a pre-August. It has no clear destination. The head almost empty of ideas, just a word you float obsessive "Fame" but it's something every day, do not worry too much, soon will fade to give way to exhaustion, then a good night's sleep on a bench and waking up around the bins: it's amazing how much stuff you can find good, people will throw it all: just stale bread, snacks and milk cartons which expired a day, fruit a bit 'too mature ... Katia
begin realizing that the real problems in Florence for someone like her are pretty water and bathrooms. Almost all the fountains have been closed. There is only water that flows from some fountain in Via Nazionale; As for the bathrooms knew that was approved a rule, of course for traders: they can refuse to use the toilet to anyone who does not drinks.
You just returned yesterday in the city.
recalls his arrival at the station, the heart sank when he read "S. Maria Novella", his eyes wandering dreamily on the images of the station that had almost forgotten in this year's crazy but she could not wander over to try that 'broad, joyful breath, full of music and those who feel every time you come back to Florence for a few brief trip: it was now
all off, Matt.
had fallen from a train holding on strong. He felt the panic invade ... perhaps it would slip
under the train and she would not have stayed that bone fragments and bits of flesh, a mass without identity ... The sidewalk had received as an unexpected refuge.
Katie thinks, although it is difficult for some 'time now.
One day, over a year ago, rising from the bed had to be understood come to an end: many unnecessary fights, the job lost, the grown children and happy with their families, a marriage wrong, some love story ended and last, the more bitter, had given the final blow. And so
had disappeared leaving a note to a minor child with whom he had had more feeling.
had asked him to tell the sisters that would have gone for a while 'abroad, needed to be alone with herself because she had to find themselves lost in the mess of life and would not grieve her children and friends, he wanted to go it alone without the help of no. He wrote occasionally, but if they really wanted to know that does not seek it. This was the best gift that requested them.
So he had taken to wandering around Europe, Spain, Germany and finally Paris. He had lived by selling necklaces and bracelets made by himself, but also small drawings of cats, his favorite animals. Also sold flowers made of crepe paper of so many bright colors, but this was more difficult to find the raw material, a few stationery had that type of paper, but sometimes he found the flower: here did not pay anything, was an exchange with his drawings of cats.
Often during these months of wandering had felt the desire to disappear, dissolve
like a bad dream. Other times fantasized
on Intervention of a child fitted with a giant rubber huge: if he saw him fall grinning and delete forever from this world. Now the silence of the street who is going through is broken by a burst of laughter and happy voices: they come from the open window on the first floor of a building facade with pink crayon.
All together, the voices of children and great soul that air sleepy.
Faced with this house, in a piece of shade, there is a greengrocer shop with a large stone step. The gate is pulled down, a cheerful sign stands out on this hand-drawn with a palm tree on a strip of sand near a sea-blue "we are on holiday until September 1." This image like Katia. He sits on the staircase, closes his eyes and dreams of entering the drawing: it seems almost hear the waves lapping up on shore and salty spray as high as his face flushed.
Then suddenly the air was filled with a good fragrance. This is not part of the dream is real! He opens his eyes and sucks that aroma voluptuously delicious: it comes from the same window from which flow those shrill voice. You
smell of roasted meat.
steak on the grill, of course! " -She thought. "
All the senses soothed by the dull life that is leading are waking up.
"Yes, it was a steak that are cooking ... blessed them."
Suddenly the sun shines on the window sill a helmet of blond hair.
Katie looks delighted. They are precise
identical to those he had his first daughter when she was little (and then had a little 'dark), only those of his daughter were longer and slightly wavy.
Katia recalls. "How long ...!".
He often went with her to Piazza Signoria.
"Mom, let's go dall'omino peak?". At that
time was not forbidden to eat animals and there was just a chubby old man who was selling small bags of corn for the pigeons.
Now for a moment her daughter's face is superimposed on that of the baby, then back to the real appearance.
remembers. When he was in the square with her asking her to be able to withdraw once they had got
a series of watercolor sketches just beautiful but did not know where they were finished.
When he decided to leave home, children and all with a phone call to Emmaus everything was over in their big van.
But I regret nothing, he followed his desire to annihilate and was managed very well, at least until now, never thought of the past ... but what's going on ... This scent of roasted meat digging streams of light in his mind, images and memories that surfaced believed forever lost.
How odd .... in this long sad years sometimes before falling asleep on the four boxes that could raise had dreamed of waking up from this stupor existential feeling a
beautiful music and the scent of a flower ... but he never imagined that this was the case for a spiritual thing for nothing, like the smell of a steak.
possible that this was his salvation?
Suddenly she remembered a phrase of his father. One day they sat at table together,
many years ago, he said, turning to his sons, "Boys, when mom is dying Do not call the priest, rather than get off at the nearest restaurant and hand them a plate of spaghetti amatriciana. "
Yes that's right for her to eat was always important, since small.
smiles thinking about his mother and stuffed of tomato soup.
"The children grow beautiful if they eat the jelly behind the door." He said.
was the war and was the epitome of good feeding.
Katia rises suddenly.
opens his backpack worn by the color indefinite (once was blue.) Search among the junk here is the strange title of newspaper that had made yesterday in the square Dalmatia. "Out track." Katie thinks.
The newspaper had taken so much to do.
It was not his intention read, were a distant time where every day he bought the "Republic"! Long time no longer read, or books, or newspapers. Piazza had gone to Dalmatia because he wanted to review Gino and Angela, his good friends for a while, but then was seen in the mirror of the bathroom of the club Aare was so changed, lean, blue-rimmed eyes ... would not have even recognized, she was sure. So it was on track to take the bus No. 14 to return to center and right in the square, between the scale and intimate shop, a woman who had seen a newspaper distributed by the curious title "Off-track. He was approached and asked: "How much?".
"free offer".
"I I only have 30 cents, well? ".
" Take it well, I'll gift, if you want you can come see us in writing. On the first page there are times and address.
Now Katie knows that fate is just funny and unpredictable: the smell of a steak he had opened the way to return to live!
Read the Editor's address: Via del Leone . This name you like, is also the astrological sign of his mother and his brother, is a sign of good luck!
did not just have to dive into this new adventure. It is certain that everything will be fine.
Forturna adiuvat Audaces!
begin realizing that the real problems in Florence for someone like her are pretty water and bathrooms. Almost all the fountains have been closed. There is only water that flows from some fountain in Via Nazionale; As for the bathrooms knew that was approved a rule, of course for traders: they can refuse to use the toilet to anyone who does not drinks.
You just returned yesterday in the city.
recalls his arrival at the station, the heart sank when he read "S. Maria Novella", his eyes wandering dreamily on the images of the station that had almost forgotten in this year's crazy but she could not wander over to try that 'broad, joyful breath, full of music and those who feel every time you come back to Florence for a few brief trip: it was now
all off, Matt.
had fallen from a train holding on strong. He felt the panic invade ... perhaps it would slip
under the train and she would not have stayed that bone fragments and bits of flesh, a mass without identity ... The sidewalk had received as an unexpected refuge.
Katie thinks, although it is difficult for some 'time now.
One day, over a year ago, rising from the bed had to be understood come to an end: many unnecessary fights, the job lost, the grown children and happy with their families, a marriage wrong, some love story ended and last, the more bitter, had given the final blow. And so
had disappeared leaving a note to a minor child with whom he had had more feeling.
had asked him to tell the sisters that would have gone for a while 'abroad, needed to be alone with herself because she had to find themselves lost in the mess of life and would not grieve her children and friends, he wanted to go it alone without the help of no. He wrote occasionally, but if they really wanted to know that does not seek it. This was the best gift that requested them.
So he had taken to wandering around Europe, Spain, Germany and finally Paris. He had lived by selling necklaces and bracelets made by himself, but also small drawings of cats, his favorite animals. Also sold flowers made of crepe paper of so many bright colors, but this was more difficult to find the raw material, a few stationery had that type of paper, but sometimes he found the flower: here did not pay anything, was an exchange with his drawings of cats.
Often during these months of wandering had felt the desire to disappear, dissolve
like a bad dream. Other times fantasized
on Intervention of a child fitted with a giant rubber huge: if he saw him fall grinning and delete forever from this world. Now the silence of the street who is going through is broken by a burst of laughter and happy voices: they come from the open window on the first floor of a building facade with pink crayon.
All together, the voices of children and great soul that air sleepy.
Faced with this house, in a piece of shade, there is a greengrocer shop with a large stone step. The gate is pulled down, a cheerful sign stands out on this hand-drawn with a palm tree on a strip of sand near a sea-blue "we are on holiday until September 1." This image like Katia. He sits on the staircase, closes his eyes and dreams of entering the drawing: it seems almost hear the waves lapping up on shore and salty spray as high as his face flushed.
Then suddenly the air was filled with a good fragrance. This is not part of the dream is real! He opens his eyes and sucks that aroma voluptuously delicious: it comes from the same window from which flow those shrill voice. You
smell of roasted meat.
steak on the grill, of course! " -She thought. "
All the senses soothed by the dull life that is leading are waking up.
"Yes, it was a steak that are cooking ... blessed them."
Suddenly the sun shines on the window sill a helmet of blond hair.
Katie looks delighted. They are precise
identical to those he had his first daughter when she was little (and then had a little 'dark), only those of his daughter were longer and slightly wavy.
Katia recalls. "How long ...!".
He often went with her to Piazza Signoria.
"Mom, let's go dall'omino peak?". At that
time was not forbidden to eat animals and there was just a chubby old man who was selling small bags of corn for the pigeons.
Now for a moment her daughter's face is superimposed on that of the baby, then back to the real appearance.
remembers. When he was in the square with her asking her to be able to withdraw once they had got
a series of watercolor sketches just beautiful but did not know where they were finished.
When he decided to leave home, children and all with a phone call to Emmaus everything was over in their big van.
But I regret nothing, he followed his desire to annihilate and was managed very well, at least until now, never thought of the past ... but what's going on ... This scent of roasted meat digging streams of light in his mind, images and memories that surfaced believed forever lost.
How odd .... in this long sad years sometimes before falling asleep on the four boxes that could raise had dreamed of waking up from this stupor existential feeling a
beautiful music and the scent of a flower ... but he never imagined that this was the case for a spiritual thing for nothing, like the smell of a steak.
possible that this was his salvation?
Suddenly she remembered a phrase of his father. One day they sat at table together,
many years ago, he said, turning to his sons, "Boys, when mom is dying Do not call the priest, rather than get off at the nearest restaurant and hand them a plate of spaghetti amatriciana. "
Yes that's right for her to eat was always important, since small.
smiles thinking about his mother and stuffed of tomato soup.
"The children grow beautiful if they eat the jelly behind the door." He said.
was the war and was the epitome of good feeding.
Katia rises suddenly.
opens his backpack worn by the color indefinite (once was blue.) Search among the junk here is the strange title of newspaper that had made yesterday in the square Dalmatia. "Out track." Katie thinks.
The newspaper had taken so much to do.
It was not his intention read, were a distant time where every day he bought the "Republic"! Long time no longer read, or books, or newspapers. Piazza had gone to Dalmatia because he wanted to review Gino and Angela, his good friends for a while, but then was seen in the mirror of the bathroom of the club Aare was so changed, lean, blue-rimmed eyes ... would not have even recognized, she was sure. So it was on track to take the bus No. 14 to return to center and right in the square, between the scale and intimate shop, a woman who had seen a newspaper distributed by the curious title "Off-track. He was approached and asked: "How much?".
"free offer".
"I I only have 30 cents, well? ".
" Take it well, I'll gift, if you want you can come see us in writing. On the first page there are times and address.
Now Katie knows that fate is just funny and unpredictable: the smell of a steak he had opened the way to return to live!
Read the Editor's address: Via del Leone . This name you like, is also the astrological sign of his mother and his brother, is a sign of good luck!
did not just have to dive into this new adventure. It is certain that everything will be fine.
Forturna adiuvat Audaces!
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