7. All here.
At 21.15 o'clock, while I was looking at the famous satirical Newscast, the bell of the small apartment is rung by me rechristened" Villa Hemming."
It is strange when it rings the bell and you don't imagine who can be. An account is if you wait for the arrival of someone or if you feel the moped of the mail carrier that climbs for the street; in that case you know who will play. That evening however I didn't wait for anybody and at 21.20 o'clock nobody certainly delivered the mail. I have gotten up from the couch vaguely intimidated and I/you/they have gone to answer.
«Yes?»
«You are a bastard, your mother there was not at home.»
It was Chicken, I have opened him.
I was surprised that you/he/she had come because, for how much true was not entirely, I had told him to want to remain alone for a few days.
I have just opened the door, Chicken, David, Gianca and Mark, has invaded even the microscopic stay.
They have entered with an euphoria from party beach, an excessive euphoria since in five, with the spaces interpersonali reduced to the bone, was really narrow in the entry of my residence. Yet from immediately the presence to the big suit of my friends you/he/she has produced in me the feeling to be wound by embrace: a narrow embrace, but I don't trouble.
Mark held in hand a plastic pouch with inside 4 beers.
«You knows that to your house there is never a cazzo» you/he/she has said Gianca with the clear intention to underline how much the idea of the beers had been his.
«But you thing does us here, who has invited you? Who wants you? I denounce you!» I have answered with an improponibile inflexion partenopea. I was happy to see them.
Chicken has immediately started turning for the stay looking anywhere and aiming the table from lunch as a bloodhound.
«You have at all some affected?» you/he/she has asked before opening the refrigerator and to entirely insert us the head as him same inspecting a burrow. Then you/he/she is turned and you/he/she has fixed me in way dispregiativo.
«Excuse at all people but me I expected me for the invasion of the grasshoppers! Cazzo I knew that you came to upset my quiet» I have exclaimed to the invaders in a vague attempt of innocence.
«But what quiet and quiet, have come to see that didn't hang yourself! You give, you put on the pasta that I am hungry» you/he/she has beaten with his/her scarce diplomacy David.
«Not to worry you that you/he/she was not born the woman that makes me kill yet, and however I have eaten already» I have replied spocchioso.
«You yes, but us no!» you/he/she has taken back Gianca opening his/her own beer.
Understanding not to have choice, I have taken the great pot from the mobile one under the oven and I have started boiling the water. I thought about thing I/you could prepare to that time and, not having lavender in the house, I have opted for a more classical" garlic oil and peperoncino."
Mark before we put to table there you/he/she has gone to extinguish the television.
Mark was one of those that you/they eat in almost total silence, with the out television rigorously. Me, that was an aficionado of the binomial one" Quiz more Newscast", spiazzato has remained but I have left that it did.
Ready the supper, has drained the spaghetti and I has jumped them an instant in frying pan.
Is sat in the room by lunch there (if so that hole could be called).
«Some that wanted us the wine with the spaghetti, not the beer» I have observed, gulping down the pasta as if I had not eaten for one month.
The effect is unbelievable that have the spaghetti on my stomach. I could go to a banquet and to stuff me for times, but for a dish of spaghetti I would always find a spot.
«He/she will want to say that ended the beer we will drink your wine» Gianca has responded.
Then Chicken, as always in certain occasions, you/he/she has become the unaware mattatore of the evening.
«But possible that you in the house have only bread oposso?» you/he/she has asked with the greasy mouth, swallowing a piece of bread, curved on the dish as him same eating in a bowl.
«The bread that?» you/he/she has asked perplexed Mark while Gianca had already begun to laugh as a damned.
«Oposso, stale!» you/he/she has confirmed Chicken with safety.
«Yes, The bread Opossum! The famous bread done with true flour of marsupial. I am able! Bread is I am able coglione!» it is sbottato David.
«And does beh go, are we understood there no? However it seems me that you/he/she could be said in both the ways» you/he/she has concluded the ignorant person.
Chicken is one of those that, wanting him/it or no, they make you fold up to laugh.
Deadly imitator of teachers, trainers, priests and colleagues, were only already exhilarating for his/her coarse language.
After you/they had rejected him in elementary fourth grade, we had shared the bench for the whole period of the middle school. I remember that, in third average, you/he/she had been able to take one note that it said more or less": The pupil Emanuele Pollo disturbs the lesson baring himself/herself/itself and showing his/her own buttock to the whole class." I have not understood yet because it loved to make to see the proper culo, but he liked indeed, because it was always with the chiappes to the wind. Fortunately it is an attitude that has lost during the years.
With him, the afternoon after the school, we took the mopeds and we turned as fools for times.
Chicken had the habit to steal in every exercise which it entered. Some did him/it for challenge, some for necessity. To sixteen, it entered the shops of attire dressed in a way and it went out from there suit in another. You/he/she has never told us as it did to remove the plates that play; as an experienced seeker of mushrooms, it didn't disclose the secret of the work and in the time you/he/she had become so much professional from it stuffed to think that be lives for the whole life stealing.
The debut was the food theft. A classical: chips and merendine.
Subsequently passed the period," figurines and gadget", the attire and the electronics you/he/she was given to: dressed, shoes, games of the Game boy, of the Super Nintendo, of the Playstation. I can swear to have seen to make him to disappear a whole plant HiFi.
The technique, tested in years of activity, it was always the same one: it used of an accomplice" comprante" (what me was almost always) and while the" pole" it made the purchase, he used everything point with an unbelievable calm.
Chicken was a champion of the shoplifting.
For every misdeed, Chicken used an only tool: the magic jacket, the blue bomber. Half untied zipper, a smile in the salesclerk, an unexpected looseness, five minutes of fear and street, out of the shop.
You/he/she has stopped only when you/they have pecked at him.
Has happened in a so simple hit for a genius as him, that even me that I didn't love to see him/it in action and I made only free the pole to increase his/her possibilities of result I have thought that that pits an end doesn't deign of its fame.
You/he/she is made to peck at for a snack to the chocolate.
After the oldie of the cafe of the station has summoned him «what you have in the jacket, or you pay him/it to me, or you wait for the policemen with me...» Chicken has not stolen anything, not even the grape from the fields.
Every time when Chicken introduced him to someone, that he/she asked him from where the nickname arrived" Chicken." He responded, I don't know why almost angry, that Emanuele Pollo was alone his/her full name and that there was not really any nickname for which I handed questions. Acid, told him/it as if people had to know him/it about his.
To the job, before departing with us, the label of recognition of my friend Chicken described him/it so: Emanuele Pollo, employed to the fish bench.
A Chicken that he/she sold the fish.
It made us die when it told of his/her job, because it put an intensity in the stories and a pathos in the narration, that you would have bee
n able to write us a comedy on his/her small stories of fishmonger.
«My boy, the fresh fish recognize him/it from the eyes! Because the eyes don't lie, never!» It went out so, even from the nothing, moreover almost saying him/it with a conviction and a passion from ticket of chocolates of St. Valentine. "A Bass is forever."
To Chicken its job of fishmonger liked, it appreciated as a lot it I didn't do me every morning while I was approaching me in the office. The only problem was in the fact that you/they imposed him to make few times. Assumption with contract part-time, 700 European a month. Motivation: the crisis.
For this motive, Chicken was always down-and-out and often contracted small debts with his/her own friends. In every case, we knew that sooner or later you/he/she would have settled (even if it still owes me 80 European).
Moreover the most greater part of the money if it spent them in frightening way. Because Chicken was a true forge of activity and initiatives strampalate and didn't succeed in being firm an instant, so much that, if lives in the medioevo, you/he/she would surely have been an acrobat. Simpleton and good person, indolent and some ignorant, was one whom you could not change. If you wanted him/it, you/he/she had to be taken this way.
Of done I would have had to thank him if at that time we were all reunited ones in my house.
You/he/she has been a very exciting supper.
Once more together, to eat spaghetti and to drink the beer of Gianca or the wine of my father.
David's wisecrack to the beginning has been the only time when the key is touched" ended love story", for the rest we have spoken of the old times and of the trip to make himself/herself/themselves.
«I have thought there some, whether to be in Italy? Would not it be better Europe to turn the north? We make us three or four capital Europeans and we return home of it» you/he/she has started the discourse Mark.
«But you that cazzo you want? Have not perhaps understood anchors that don't have anything to do with it nothing with the organization! Is it or no a trip for you? Is it or no your goodbye to the bachelorhood? And then you do the celebrated one and not to break the coglionis!» David has answered him with his typical, annoying, irony.
«Idea was to remain in Italy because if Simona, with all the conjurations, it had to need you, we could quickly reenter» I have specified, interposing me among the two in the attempt to give a sensible motivation to Mark with polite ways, without besides you/he/she had asked her or you/he/she was heard again for the words of David.
«Yes, because if we are to Palermo or to Monk of Baviera it changes so much» you/he/she has contested Gianca before adding «you have not understood really nothing. The camper, Italy, doesn't deal with going to spend a week of vacation. It deals with reliving the gold times when we didn't have anything of which to worry us; to return little boys to return eighteen year-old. Do you remember you as it was to live without responsibility? Beh, to do we have to remain him/it in Italy for strength.»
«Because?» I have asked, perplexed from the cut that he/she wanted to give to the proposal.
«How many vacations we have done together everybody?» you/he/she has asked Gianca.
«Four!» Chicken of release has responded, as if it participated in a quiz.
«Five!» I have corrected, looking at Chicken to impose silence, that so much never seized us.
«Are, because to Rimini have gone 2 years following! » you/he/she has beaten gratified Gianca.
«Among 99' and 2005 has gone to Alassio, to Tropea, in the Salento, to Rimini and Lignano. Correct? This trip will do him/it to Alassio, to Tropea, in the Salento, to Rimini and Lignano! Let's recall all as that times, only that condense all in a week! Tell me that you don't like!»
I have not had the time to manifest how much it seemed me stupid the idea to return in the same places already visited, that Mark has exclaimed enthusiastic:
«Beautiful! This way has sense! Good I, like Gianca, you have convinced me, nothing foreign, returns to the eighteen!»
Of hit, I/you/they have agreed.
«You keep silent, that has said already you him David that I/you/he/she don't have anything to do with it a cazzo and don't have the right!» you/he/she has taken back then Gianca and Mark you/he/she has been silent.
After the nth vote to the good one, we were everybody in agreement that to relive the places and the atmosphere of the years most disengaged pits a good idea. Gianca, for once you/he/she had been able to plan something that went over the comparisons of strength among Gundam, Daitarn and Mazinga Z.,
«Could also divide the days according to a precise theme! What I know, each incentrata on one of us.»
«Yes, from the! This way when it is my turn, we go to my uncles and we eat to I gobble up!» you/he/she has confirmed Chicken, indeed convinced that the done affirmation had a good position and pits justly tuned up to the spirit of the vacation that we were planning
«Yes, as no! Be in my day, let's go all to sows! Even from your aunt same that we save!» you/he/she has replied cynic David. Then you/he/she has continued. «Apart that this is not a new idea, but then that cazzo is it is what? Do we start making the stupid there? Do we go naked around? Do I make a run in clandestine car and I die as in the films of Ligabue? From the Giancas, it looks that you are almost thirty years old, cazzo!»
Gianca has remained seriously there badly because you/he/she has not beaten anything.
Also Mark didn't seem very convinced from the idea of the devoted days. Staid as it was, the type was not certain from you place around, even for its goodbye to the bachelorhood.
We have remained an instant to plan what then we would have been able to do, as we would have had to live her/it, but we treated the theme with a little practical formality, a vague discourse that we have quickly abandoned. Alone Gianca, before changing completely matter, has taken back some the initiative but the scarce adhesion from our part you/he/she has immediately discouraged him.
As always the evening is carried then, toward the classical one" amarcord" general that we liked so much to do. It happened so often to end to speak of the memoirs, on that certain times reflected as we had lived the last years of our friendship without new pushes, simply considering to all the cazzates done together.
That evening particularly we have departed from the shared consideration that to 30 a player of kick is practically ended and, passing for one dollied of known frightening characters in so many years of local championships, we are ended to talk of the left one of Gianca to the oratory (the scarcest biped ever seen to play to kick) and of the throwing, only in the intention millimetrici, said" fagianate", of David, nicknamed" Zinzi" because, fan of the Juventus, loved to the folly Zinedine Zidane (but you/he/she didn't not at all resemble him).
Finally, after so much time from the last time, we are hedged in as a horde of ultrà on the couch there, decidedly too much small, and we have seen the vhs with again engraved the best scenes of our film" The incrostabilis", born project and been shipwrecked ten years on the wave of the enthusiasm in a summer in which we were evidently busy few before. Moments Gianca vomits I set us, folded up as it was from the laughters to have seen Chicken recite again.
To be sincere has absolutely been a perfect evening.
One of those evenings with the correct taste and the correct tuning; one of those evenings when the value of the friendship recognizes him; a publicity evening of bitterses; an evening in which" we were never felt there so united."
Aldilà of the joke, without we had not even spoken of it, risollevato has felt from so progressively all the restlessness lived recently, that I have become account than the alone presence of those four heads of cazzo that I knew for a long time pits an authentic care for every bad moment.
I finally Mark you/he/she has told us some developments riguardanti the preparation of the marriage, and it was strange, because every time that spoke, every thing that said, proposed her/it to the plural.
«We are tired
but serene. We are happy for as the pregnancy you/he/she is going and we don't see the time that the day arrives when our child will be born.»
To the beginning you/he/she has bothered even me some.
It bored me to feel to speak to him/it all" perfettino" of his/her beautiful publicity family of biscuits that he was creating. Then however I have understood that that bother was not but the awareness than far pits mine lived of couple by his stable and firm reality and Simona insieme and I have reconsidered how much I am be liked one day to succeed in talking to the plural as him.
Ended the party, David has been the first one to leave, only.
«Tomorrow morning plays me the alarm clock at 5.30 o'clock, porca puttana, doesn't make her/it more. There is then that cogliones of surveyor that... it doesn't already understand a cazzo... it comes there then to make the professorino with his/her shirt and his/her norms and he/she doesn't even know as a bindella it is used... ah, but I send sooner or later them to fanculo all... you see if I send them... you see, if it goes in I bring that thing...»
David when he/she spoke of job (practically always) it was incomprehensible.
Its words were so loaded of nervous, grudges, bad moods and frustration for worths not recognized, extraordinary ache paid, non granted vacations and non justified observations, that produced an only heavy and monotonous sound: one sing-songs of anger.
To think well of us, both David and Chicken, and me, that Mark and even Gianca, for a motive or for the other, in that period we were completely absorbed in the eternal struggle with the job.
«If it goes in I bring that?» you/he/she has asked Gianca, to which one didn't escape of it.
«No, I don't tell you nothing, that you bring sfiga. If everything is all right, I will inform you me for time» peremptory David has answered.
We knew, rather we thought everybody that it referred to his/her old desire to want to work in, really. You/he/she had just gotten a special patentino from welder and me I had always encouraged him to specialize himself/herself/themselves, because David his/her own job knew him/it to do well and with the constancy of a burden mule. David was not one who shunned the work, yet you/he/she had never found the courage to shift his/her own situation and to throw seriously him in an activity that was his. It was jammed, just as me.
After all it paid the guilts that it didn't have.
His/her father's guilts, dead of heart attack to cinquantanni, that had left him varied consequential debts from the failure of the haberdashery. Of his/her mother, with which he/she had not spoken for years, that he/she met around accompanied by a different man to week, or worse in the Wine cellar, to throw in video-poker fior of money from the unknown origin.
The infancy of David was a beautiful mix of family country houses and economic problem list seasoned from constant almost always taken around for jeans dirts and hair almost ever washed. All these things and a lot of other ones had made out David a hard man, but prudent and fragile inside. A job man, impeccable in to dress signed and clean and perfumed when he went out, aggressive and unsociable in the social relationships. The preceding winter had been disqualified for 2 years by the championship of third category circle done D. Il a report him was also cost for lesions. Yet, when he/she spoke of it, it boasted him to have two spread out of it and to be happy to have broken the nose to that fool of the attacker adversary that had not borne for years. I knew how much, returning back, that cazzata would not have referred her. The kick field missed him from crazy, but you/he/she would never have admitted him.
David, besides, it is the only friend with which I have ever risked the physical clash.
From that quarrel, of which I don't even remember the motivations, we continually picked there, aware that we would never have attached there.
«Hi stupid, thanks neh» I have told him from the balcony.
«Thanks of thing? I have come only for eating free a dish of pasta. However you not to kill you for the depression, that we owe us to divide the expenses of the camper!» you/he/she has answered laconic before climbing in car and to depart an hour to two hundred.
«What cabbage of truzzo!» Mark has exclaimed, covered by the sgommata of the car of David already reached the curve.
To that point Gianca, considering that we had remained in four, you/he/she has proposed a pokerino. We have rejected him/it to him and he has again sbottato, sustaining that we had become by now all old and boring ones.
I Mark then you/he/she has asked information more detailed on the trip in camper: it was as if it doubted of our ability to plan the thing.
Mark was pragmatico and calculator of nature. You/he/she would have liked that stretched an itinerary, that we compared the prices of campings and areas of standstill, that we appraised the length of the runs and that we studied different journeys to cross in the case we had found obstacles. In practice, you/he/she would have liked that managed the thing in the way according to which you/he/she would have managed her him.
«You not to worry you, let's think us about everything, is not that are the only one that knows how to go on vacation! Then it takes at all a degree to take a trip as ours. They are already in word for the camper, you will see that show!» you/he/she has affirmed Chicken, as if he felt threatened from as much analytical curiosity.
«Yes, I have understood, we are to place» Mark has puffed with condivisibile perplexity.
Before all went out we have fixed the date in which we would have departed: on August 23 would have gone off the operation" trip to the bachelorhood."
Ready to leave, I have tried to thank my friends to have come, but Gianca immediately has me stoppato with the way I dispatch of whom hates the smanceries.
«You would not have done him?» you/he/she has observed Mark.
«But thing?» you/he/she has asked unaware Chicken, as always, of the sense of the discourse.
Gianca has tried even to explain him how much I/you had appreciated the gesture of which himself had been the promoter but then you/he/she has believed that a fist was more explanatory and you/he/she has placed him of it one beautiful dry on the left shoulder.
After the siparietto, each has gone toward his/her own auto and verse his/her own night and me I/you/they have reentered in the house. I have just closed the door I has felt like smiling thinking to how much in effects we had remained some idiotic ragazzonis, rather than to be grown sure and arrogant as as our nobler contemporaries in country. Then however, when I/you/they have gone to sleep, stretched out, looking at the naked ceiling, I have felt fierce to have been simple and so faithful to the friendship with the other four big babies; and only this has been enough for me to find again me some more calm.