was just a skeleton in a field on the edge of the highway.
was just a skeleton, and this frightened her.
Experts of the policemen were immediately aware that she was a woman, young. Major James Morabito had arrived following a call from a farmer who had decided that day to go to work a bit ' of land not his own, a strip along the highway exit that was there, no one cares.
Major leaned on those bones, and despite the habit of corpses, had a quick motion of disgust. He was an expert in examining dead people for a while 'and recently had more practice because there was around some fool who had started to kill young girls and prostitutes. The murders of that kind were not common, but in Pisa, from 'the beginning of the year, was the third girl found in a field. Dropped on his knees for a closer look at the corpse. It must have been small, it was almost tenderness, a lock of red hair still stuck to the head.
"Isolina run, the cock!" Fast: you take the chaff. "Isolina jump!" In a hurry, take the blue bag, the one with your stuff in and jumps, and then run, fast, between the rails, sleepers, jumping, sliding under the belly of the goods, not to get caught by Polfer .
Isolina bad runs, he's young, yes, but lame. Almost always take it. There's Abdul in front of her, he runs that fast. I do not ever get caught. He turns, takes the bag and makes an appointment in the usual place that evening. But you should try not to get caught.
Today there is this woman in office. E 'di Napoli, like her. Her hair is long, wavy red, like her, tied tight under the cap by police. He sees her from afar and runs after him, faster and faster. Damn, but that it means business' is pulotta? Go to the gym eh, ugly bitch, you keep in shape. Now only two of them, behind a very long goods, Isolina feel they have more, turns. The Neapolitan police officer looks at her and hand her a nod, as if to say: canvas, come on, shithead run and then slows down a bit, 'little, just enough for Isolina able to jump across the fence and disappear from the gray his sight.
Pitch dark in the car, they are ten, she 's the only woman. E 'on the first night sleeping the station. E 'run by the Community that morning. It will be the tenth time you beat it, not because there is evil in the community just because there is too narrow.
He tried, seriously. It has been detoxified, at least four or five times, can not remember. That is not the difficult thing. It is difficult later, when his Italian - Neapolitan full of errors, its uneven legs, shame to talk to anyone, should "re". Reintegrate into the community jargon means all things difficult: finding a job and then a house, those are the two fundamentals. And certainly, it seems easy in words, reintegrate, but it is very difficult for someone like her, is not never been inserted.
Nine men and a girl of twenty-three years to stay inside that car, as far away from the station. Isolina had not thought that could happen to such a thing. Who knows, maybe naively thought in his head in his hard head. The first night the rape of two, maybe others are too old or too drunk, I do not know why not see them.
When the sun filtering through cracks in the door of the car is thrown to the ground and slowly comes to the bathroom of the station, enters and lava, looking in the mirror. That image you see, vaguely pink and red, which should be her, is slowly gives way to nothing, air, cold air to the transparency of the morning 's winter. Isolina no more.
That evening back at the station, to the wagon. E 'in November, it is cold, not frozen wants to die, and then not know where else to go. Log in and are twelve, eleven men and her. There is also Abdul, a young Moroccan, a young HIV-positive, with whom he shared a few pear in the past. He smiled at her, she returns and lies down beside him. She kisses him. The wet with tears and said, do you? For you, for you? He does not believe his luck and that first night is a fight for her. Since then no one bothers anymore.
It 's the first time in years that you wear a skirt. Almost to the foot long, black with red sneakers. At the party trade fair in the Plaza of the provisions and went with the voluntary Caritas, who had met in the community. That girl is not bad, just sometimes do not understand what it says: Speaking too difficult. And he wants to make nice. Between the two Isolina does not know which is worse but also adapts to go out with the Caritas volunteers because it is so wrong in any place with normal people, with children playing, street stalls, a stage for music.
sitting at a long wooden table, eating cous cous Fairtrade nobody watches, nobody pays any attention to her. It 's just like the other one, a young girl who eats with a friend, and chat with her.
not Isolina the lame, the Isolina toxic Isolina the Neapolitan Isolina the red.
E 'her, only her.
"Hello islands, where you going?"
"At school, now questioning."
"Ah, yes ... you still go to school."
"Yes, because there is something wrong?"
" No, no. You thirteen years, ever gallows? I do not. "
" No France, ever. I missed something? What are you doing when you fork? "
" There e are on the beach. Behind the boat and have fun. "
" How? "
" How, how ... if you come, you see. But what? Wilt really continue to go to school? "
" No no, I'll come behind boats. I saw that you did not fork but I have never asked me. "
" Yeah, right. Who knows why, maybe because you're a bit 'strange'
"Strange? I? And why? "
" Boh! I do not know, maybe the way you walk, maybe the hair. "
" What does it matter as the path? Walk Do not worry. Let's go. "
" Little Mom, come, I take you in my arms, go down the stairs. "
" Mom I know down the stairs by herself. "
" I'll help, you may stumble. "
"Mom, please, even if they are lame I know down the stairs alone and not the helmet."
"God damn me, I've done so."
"Mom does not matter, do not cry."
was just a skeleton, and this frightened her.
Experts of the policemen were immediately aware that she was a woman, young. Major James Morabito had arrived following a call from a farmer who had decided that day to go to work a bit ' of land not his own, a strip along the highway exit that was there, no one cares.
Major leaned on those bones, and despite the habit of corpses, had a quick motion of disgust. He was an expert in examining dead people for a while 'and recently had more practice because there was around some fool who had started to kill young girls and prostitutes. The murders of that kind were not common, but in Pisa, from 'the beginning of the year, was the third girl found in a field. Dropped on his knees for a closer look at the corpse. It must have been small, it was almost tenderness, a lock of red hair still stuck to the head.
"Isolina run, the cock!" Fast: you take the chaff. "Isolina jump!" In a hurry, take the blue bag, the one with your stuff in and jumps, and then run, fast, between the rails, sleepers, jumping, sliding under the belly of the goods, not to get caught by Polfer .
Isolina bad runs, he's young, yes, but lame. Almost always take it. There's Abdul in front of her, he runs that fast. I do not ever get caught. He turns, takes the bag and makes an appointment in the usual place that evening. But you should try not to get caught.
Today there is this woman in office. E 'di Napoli, like her. Her hair is long, wavy red, like her, tied tight under the cap by police. He sees her from afar and runs after him, faster and faster. Damn, but that it means business' is pulotta? Go to the gym eh, ugly bitch, you keep in shape. Now only two of them, behind a very long goods, Isolina feel they have more, turns. The Neapolitan police officer looks at her and hand her a nod, as if to say: canvas, come on, shithead run and then slows down a bit, 'little, just enough for Isolina able to jump across the fence and disappear from the gray his sight.
Pitch dark in the car, they are ten, she 's the only woman. E 'on the first night sleeping the station. E 'run by the Community that morning. It will be the tenth time you beat it, not because there is evil in the community just because there is too narrow.
He tried, seriously. It has been detoxified, at least four or five times, can not remember. That is not the difficult thing. It is difficult later, when his Italian - Neapolitan full of errors, its uneven legs, shame to talk to anyone, should "re". Reintegrate into the community jargon means all things difficult: finding a job and then a house, those are the two fundamentals. And certainly, it seems easy in words, reintegrate, but it is very difficult for someone like her, is not never been inserted.
Nine men and a girl of twenty-three years to stay inside that car, as far away from the station. Isolina had not thought that could happen to such a thing. Who knows, maybe naively thought in his head in his hard head. The first night the rape of two, maybe others are too old or too drunk, I do not know why not see them.
When the sun filtering through cracks in the door of the car is thrown to the ground and slowly comes to the bathroom of the station, enters and lava, looking in the mirror. That image you see, vaguely pink and red, which should be her, is slowly gives way to nothing, air, cold air to the transparency of the morning 's winter. Isolina no more.
That evening back at the station, to the wagon. E 'in November, it is cold, not frozen wants to die, and then not know where else to go. Log in and are twelve, eleven men and her. There is also Abdul, a young Moroccan, a young HIV-positive, with whom he shared a few pear in the past. He smiled at her, she returns and lies down beside him. She kisses him. The wet with tears and said, do you? For you, for you? He does not believe his luck and that first night is a fight for her. Since then no one bothers anymore.
It 's the first time in years that you wear a skirt. Almost to the foot long, black with red sneakers. At the party trade fair in the Plaza of the provisions and went with the voluntary Caritas, who had met in the community. That girl is not bad, just sometimes do not understand what it says: Speaking too difficult. And he wants to make nice. Between the two Isolina does not know which is worse but also adapts to go out with the Caritas volunteers because it is so wrong in any place with normal people, with children playing, street stalls, a stage for music.
sitting at a long wooden table, eating cous cous Fairtrade nobody watches, nobody pays any attention to her. It 's just like the other one, a young girl who eats with a friend, and chat with her.
not Isolina the lame, the Isolina toxic Isolina the Neapolitan Isolina the red.
E 'her, only her.
"Hello islands, where you going?"
"At school, now questioning."
"Ah, yes ... you still go to school."
"Yes, because there is something wrong?"
" No, no. You thirteen years, ever gallows? I do not. "
" No France, ever. I missed something? What are you doing when you fork? "
" There e are on the beach. Behind the boat and have fun. "
" How? "
" How, how ... if you come, you see. But what? Wilt really continue to go to school? "
" No no, I'll come behind boats. I saw that you did not fork but I have never asked me. "
" Yeah, right. Who knows why, maybe because you're a bit 'strange'
"Strange? I? And why? "
" Boh! I do not know, maybe the way you walk, maybe the hair. "
" What does it matter as the path? Walk Do not worry. Let's go. "
" Little Mom, come, I take you in my arms, go down the stairs. "
" Mom I know down the stairs by herself. "
" I'll help, you may stumble. "
"Mom, please, even if they are lame I know down the stairs alone and not the helmet."
"God damn me, I've done so."
"Mom does not matter, do not cry."
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