I'm here to write in the first moment of apparent tranquility of the day. A day that I already know I'll be destined to remember for a lifetime.
This morning I woke up at a good pace thanks to the tears of Virginia, that child is too whiny for my taste. But it's small, beautiful, beautiful angel, that makes you forgive all his taxation character, so small and so big already. I go to her, she looks suspicious to the type "if you give me what I want to smile, if not ... contract." I smile, give her a kiss and go down to breakfast.
It 's a hot morning, already sweltering in the early hours, have breakfast in the midst of pine trees in my house, I always liked it. I think of my friends Julie and Alexander, who will stand for some hours on the start line ready to take the time to agonists perfect place for the exam. The last test is here and I can not wait to see them to know how it went, how it works, what kind of questions did
etc etc ... Later in the morning I go down to the sea alone and meet Marina, we slipped under its umbrella, the fourth from the left of the first row. Umbrellas are almost all closed, it's nice to be at sea because there were few people, it's hot and I can tell all the details of a quasi-love that is going to come between me and a boy, my fears, my stomach cramps. Are the usual chatty.
finally comes Alexander, sneaks out of breath all the Diabolik (as if necessary) in Fata Morgana and comes to us under an umbrella with his inevitable red suit and blue bag. He runs to kiss Marina, greets me and starts to talk after his examination, he tells me the proof that Italian certainly not dull his professors understand. It's hot. He did not speak of the effects of pre love that I feel these days, it certainly will be the Navy, and then I always used to fear the opinions of Alexander, too heavy on my little head seventeen. Both are cruel to each other in giving advice, opinions, opinions. We are terribly sincere.
I leave them under the umbrella to enjoy this time of day release from school work and go home. It's too hot, but the climb endless restores my way home, the shadow of the pines cuddle me, the sirocco wind light pushes me on to.
prepares the table, play with Virginia, he sent a text message of congratulations to Marie, today is his birthday. After lunch, Alex sent me a text message asking if they can come home. We welcome the porch, present them to Frank, proud of my friends. I was told that there is a small fire. The air begins to get heavy, I look at the sky and the sun is covered by strange clouds that can run fast, I feel dirty, I look upon him, and Ash. Suddenly the light changes. Marina and Alessandro take over the car to see what's going on. They return after a few minutes from the car screaming at me that the fire has expanded, which is about to reach the gas pump. We must leave. They reverse and go away.
I run up by Frank and Lambert, we must leave.
get down on the ground floor, open the gate, turn off the electricity. We have to leave.
phone to my father and ask him, trying not to alarm him further instructions and the slurred voice from my afternoon nap by the latest directives: go away.
It seems a dream, but I have to wake up, we must leave.
I climb up to lend a hand to Frank with the child. Lambert has just taken off the plaster in the leg and can not walk without crutches. Virginia while I'm in her arms, screaming, wiggling, he wants to stay, he wants to poop, he wants the whole world at his disposal at that time. I called my mother crying, a lady has just called her that all Lido Silvana is burning, the flames are almost arrived at my house. The calm down by closing the phone down. Brava a bitch. But we must leave.
finally got her in the car, Virginia cries, I cry. Just past the intersection of Acquafolies see the flames on the left, 50 meters from my house, and I crouch with his head on the headrest of the seat bottom with his eyes turned toward the flames, the smoke. Seria. With eyes clouded by tears that make it more blurry, as if in a dream. I make small, more and more.
arrive in St. George and the smoke continues to be seen.
My brother goes to Lido Silvana with the bike the fire department telling him to go back, the police tell him "go away, so here there is nothing to do." Antonio, sending a loud fuck it, tells them that his house down there, let him go, he sees our neighbor across the bathing house with water to calm, bordering on the surreal.
not know what to do, take the pump, but do not know what to do. He runs around the corner at the start of the descent to the sea and there are the firefighters who, armed with fire hoses blocked at that precise point, 20 meters from my house. In front of that picture my brother is still, even tears can fall. Everything, even the blood stops veins. It 's like a scene from the film, in which everything moves in slow motion next to the player instead remains motionless, unable to blink.
call us explaining everything. Log home, close the gate, Ristaccia current.
I can not take your eyes from studio100 Statte that incorporates the skyscraper with smoke rising from the sea.
name is Stefano, is the first time I do it with him and cry on the phone. But he does not understand, is so happy that I called him he does not understand my tears. He could never understand.
If he only knew that I did not know who to call.
Mom and Dad are just back from the parade lap. I have not meant much, did not even want to I went with them. As if it could still protect myself as when I was little girl, when changing channel in violent scenes on TV, when my father told me it was all-tomato. "
I'm afraid to see what we have lost.
I go to bed with eyes that burn, ashes in your hair.
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