Date: December 22, 2008 Time: 22.00
Location: Milan, bus station in Piazzale Lotto
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you
He
The crowd
The driver
The bus
The sidewalk is full of suitcases. It's cold, people imbaccuccata from head to toe.
all waiting bus that will travel at night and bring them, after a journey of about 13.12 hours, in Basilicata.
In a place where the word "railway" is still considered a foreign term.
spend Christmas with relatives and everyone is anxious to get there. The crowd
: - There he is! I've seen! Down there in the fog ... is coming ... Coach!
you: - Franco, did you hear? Here comes the bus! He
: - Yes I have heard. Oh well we stop mica escapes
you: - Get your bags now and put on like the stick just inside ...
The large two-story truck stop. The driver gets out and opens the rear compartment to accommodate luggage. The driver
: - Well gentlemen. Then inserted before the bags of those who go down last, so we can take them safely to the various stops.
you: - Franco did you hear? Opened the trunk. Go now! He
: - Yes, but we do not go down to the last ... She
: - But go! Do not get taken for a fool, go and get more ...
The man stroked his mustache Strap on blacks and two bags of size and weight that could easily contain a pair of oxen. He dives into the crowd and comes out the front door proudly
The driver: - her last stop? He
: - No, I go five stops before ... The driver
: - So why is here before? He sees everything that hinders. Please move ...
him: - But the nasty **** you
: - Franco! But you do not see how you deal with? Bring all the bags and you're always the last one! He
: - Look, there is an order to be respected ...
you: - Yes, yes. The usual excuses. At least you could wait at the door because there was! He
: - but that nasty ****
The man with the mustache is sweaty. With those bags and heavy jacket can not move.
The crowd - We go down before we go down first! She
: - France, followed them. You see that man as a step forward at all?
him: - But that nasty ****
Serene Man tries to recapture the bags and get back to the door.
The driver: - Again she? He changed stop? It comes down to next to last? He
: - No, I go five stops before the last ... The driver
: - Then moves. How do we load your luggage if she puts the two in front of the door cabinets?
him: - But that sweet nasty ****
The woman is dressed like a real lady. This leaves his evening cleaning companies in town and preparing to play the part of the noble woman who lives in the North and has done it. Is as it should be showing up when down in the village. In order to present well is also rebuilt the tint is put on lipstick and orange. He wore the coat that her husband bought with money from the liquidation. Now it looks as if he were talking to a cockroach.
you : - But I do not know. You also make difficult things simple, Franco! He
: - What am I doing? What the fuck did you put in these bags that weigh three tons if we have to stop only four days?
you: - What was I to put Franco? Some gift for Aunt Rosina, Aunt Concetta, aunt Carmelina, Aunt Jasmine. What is certainly the crowded pack of eight sparkling for Aunt Evelina. The pewter pot for Aunt Ernestina is light ... He
: - But the reverend nasty ****
you: - When you do that, you get nervous at all, just can not stand you Franco! You see, we are looking at all? You see, you always make me do the figures? He
: - **** (This I just can not write).
finally ending the two bags in the trunk. The driver
: - But what the hell we put in these bags? There are corpses of mica in it? He
: - No, not now. But I hope to return to memorize aunt Rosina, Concettina aunt, her aunt and aunt Carmelina Jasmine ... The driver
: - Look, I should make them pay the surcharge. You can not go around with this stuff. But here have supported the bulldozer? He
: - Pay? No, no I do not pay anything ... The driver
: - I knew it. Listen, go and sit inside, otherwise there will not start. Then I'll talk about the journey ... He
: - Available. We can talk whenever he wants!
Thus begins the long ordeal of the trip. I was there and I've seen it all ...
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