Khmer Rouge "I wanted it for her beautiful and compelling as a 25 April"
(Offlaga Disco Pax)
"No"
"Come on!"
"No, no de gò finger, how many times gò be repeated again, what?"
"Christ, Francis, I asked you to skip one, not to drop everything and leave to live in Rome Termini, shit!"
Two things really can not stand: the first was when he called with his first name, it meant coming battle, and the second was his foul language.
was very sboccacciata to be a girl, and that is good these days Vattel to find a good girl, but he had never liked those too vulgar. Never anyone except her, of course.
After all I was asking, Francis, was waking up Sunday morning with the smell of pie ready or sopa coada such as dapiccolo happened when his grandmother was still living with him, out of Bassano at the foot Mount Grappa, along the banks of the Brenta and in January we do not recommend leaving the dining room after lunch. Now that lived in Cuneo, in fact, could no longer to try again that childhood feeling every time he came home, he lacked that air is also moist and sticky midsummer dating back from the river to come and spread on his skin.
It's not that she did not share the ideas of Ilene, mind you, but deep down he felt like a happy boy: his greatest passion was his work. Not only could he play volleyball four or five hours a day, but even had , given that the game depended on its economic livelihood (but woe to speak with Ilene ... money, pff, but never mind!).
She liked many things about her but just could not to understand his anger. He, of course, not had it.
adored, for example, that little tattoo that was behind his neck, hidden by the long straight brown hair. It was not rowdy or a mess like so many he saw around, not least in the locker room at the end of training. Four squares, adjacent to one another. It's called Sorekara , had told her, and is a Japanese idiom meaning "and then", "in addition", but "since then." Obviously
Francis had never even dared to ask why he decided to tattoo the sequence of squares, merely to point out, with systematic frequency, because the same good on you and think that was dedicated to him.
"I would have known that tomorrow is an important day for me ... and you think I would go with who's an important day, stupid asshole?"
"Ilene, please, 'ste swear ..."
"'Fucking Ste profanity, Francis - again! - Is whether or not your girlfriend, slut whore?"
"This is not only that, this is the fact that it is a job"
"Oh oh oh, but feel it, the prick!"
".... however, is that I can not call coach and tell him that, suddenly, tomorrow I can not go away until Macerata, and I say Ma-ce-ra-ta ... Marche, you know where the hell are they? because it is the third anniversary of metamoforsi of my girls "
" Comrades, please - she interrupted - is a girl which only use the term macho fucking disgusting "
" ... wife ... "
" I'm nobody's girl, me, ok? "
" Comrades, ok? - Looked at her pleading to let him cotinuare - I said, the day when my partner called it the Khmer Rouge! You have to admit that sounds a bit 'ridiculous ... "
" ridiculous? "
He did not need a degree in psychology to understand that most chose the wrong word that he could choose in that fringe, and certainly would not be served, the degree, not even groped to recover the unfortunate exit.
"So I would be ridiculous?"
Ouch, the tone in which stressed that "ridiculous ".... nothing good was going to happen.
This time, he thought the proper Francis, would not be enough to give her some advertising illustration unavailable (ie expensive) to calm her down, even those of Antoni Rigorini, his favorite Turin because like you, who unlike her, however, Turin had never gone.
Why October 22? We knew this.
Why nothing happened, that day, she said. A day without historical memory, a rare and precious. They spent whole nights together to sift through the darkest depths of the web, a groom-to-face any kind of information source, but nothing. On October 22 it has never happened. Nothing sensational, at least: some event related to the first and second world war, of course, but in no country was a national holiday and no religion was a holy day or holiday. It was perfect for Ilene.
Perfect to be his day.
