The third test of maturity exam starts at 8.30. We stationed at the school entrance on the ground ready to hurl at each other in a furious race to the best place, as illegal immigrants before they board, erasing all memories of civility and friendship. This race is furious and I know I'm one of the fastest. Failure noises coming from my bag, and I'm afraid that the precious pockets Accordion lose the stairs. I feel your shoelaces and run for attention imagining to be lame. I'm afraid of falling and being left behind, but I smile when my butt is in a chair in the middle of the row. E 'on June 25, 2001. It's hot and there is a strong sirocco. I'm afraid that I can get wet underarms, leaving a wet trail on the jersey. I am writing to arms locked. There are
aid, teasing and after a while it all ends. After
there is only calm. After
is the sea.
M. waiting for me on the beach of Lido Silvana. By the entrance to the free part of the beach and I slip illegally over the establishment of Fatamorgana thin Cannizzo, entering as a proletarian hero in the cunt of a village high rummy player. She is lying on a cot, milk white, her eyes half-closed due to the strong sun, looking at me I smiled and relaxed ready for a kiss. Beside her sat on another couch is A.. I can not remember anything. I dive
enjoying the sea after days of seclusion on a black sofa in a hurry to study things that do not remember anything.
I'm lying next to M. and she notes that the clouds in the sky running fast, really. It also sees the moon, sky and white as can be during the day.
E 'sweet as a virgin abandoned in a forest of fairies, M. in his astonishment.
clouds run more and more.
are no clouds.
E 'smoke.
we recover from the spell and we collide with reality. And the 'smoke and pine forest near the camp there. My campsite. Our campsite. We see movement. Meeting
MI, a lot of my neighbor just two years earlier, which says to report to my father that the camp will not open anymore and it is burning. He smiles as he says, as if he was approaching his whole life in one tablet of cynicism out of place combined with the desire to appear clever and involved, as if to be concerned about the present, occupy the space-time passion of contemporary culture to an incident involving be fooled. I hate him with all my might and mumble inaudibly, "that asshole".
We run the machine, you see smoke, I do not see flames, do not remember. I have a car uphill, near the road. I can not capture an image on the retina. The car, the safe, the departure scoured, A. who wants to be together without rushing to the house because his brother in law has a broken leg and is accompanied by her sister and daughter. Leave it there. Civil protection directs us back to the coast making us go to shore fag. The people look at us as survivors. M. I cry and I watch from afar the flames redraw the skyline. I go fast, maybe 140 KHM on a road 60. I run despite the flames are now about ten kilometers. We arrive at the house of M. and Tampa a little wall. A young boy smiles and I I look at him with eyes full of silence, perhaps he understands and stops smiling. We climb up to 11th floor and watch the local news and we shake hands in front of his parents prohibited. I keep calm and explain the facts. From twenty kilometers you see the smoke from a few inches do not see the tears.
