The room is big.
Qualcuno sta già facendo i conti: altro che appartamento..
Matteo sorride: son due, appartamenti.
sposta lo sguardo verso il centro della sala, con il dito la taglia in due per largo.
Chi è seduto, chi non riesce a stare in piedi e riempie lo spazio camminando.
Many of us have the nose pointed upward.
Someone responds: .. yes, bona! Did you see the ceiling?
Matthew laughs: Moscow, smezzi if there is also the top four, then.
Laughter. We all nervous.
Daniel is in a corner with Mark, talking quietly The DVD will have the visa? yes, yes, he saw it, they told me.
The thing that makes me more nervous of this situation is that we leave here closed. Every now faces one of them.
More to check that everything is okay. The mica cares nothing like it is.
But it is also true that we are okay. We must understand that in these circumstances there is a protocol.
In these circumstances.
room is called the Zodiac, is written in this law before me, and I do not see them mica Signs: the walls are giant paintings, hunting scenes semiesotica that seem to copy from the Renaissance: ugly lions off la testa a gazzelle fatte male, alberi e vegetazione sfarzose, il sangue quello reso bene.
e noi, in mezzo, abito scuro come nell’invito.
Che continuiamo a scattare foto. Ce ne saremo fatte una ventina, ormai, tutti insieme e a gruppi.
D'altronde, pensavo, prima che ci ribeccate con questi vestiti addosso..
All except Matthew, who dress normal a strange effect, as if someone had taken one of these pictures here and there had stuck a sticker.
I do not know whether to be glad or sorry for him, but the truth is that, like others, are distracted.
continue to tell us that it is a good opportunity, Daniel says we did well, we agree that it is a pity for the Faith, which has the game.
As to the first projection, then. Lack of faith and lack Isaiah.
Marco, his son, has also just told me. Can you imagine if it was me pa ..
And I do not know, I swear.
Me lo ricordo che si emozionava, Isaia, e secondo me non sarebbe stato nella pelle.
Come non ci sto io.
Sto pensando se ci sarà il fotografo, che magari ti fai una foto e un domani te la attacchi al muro, che ne so, dovessi avere uno studio..
"E sicchè vive a Roma.." dietro di me.
I turn around and Alberto is there looking at me. Albert was a founding member, with Isaiah.
Now his eyes dance between me and the window.
"Eh, I guess so ..." throw it there. Without understanding anything.
He remains motionless, looking at me a bit 'wrong. I'm making the figure of the Alzheimer's patient in front of an old man of nearly ninety, who came to me of her because she is the director ..
"yeah, yeah, I'm sorry Albert. Yes, I live here ... "
try to move towards the window: I would like to continue my dream of glory, to the moment think of the handshake: I imagine a bright background ..
Meanwhile, however, we are an old man who accompanies a mental disorder at the window.
Alberto still speaks: the there is St. Peter?
I can not focus on the handshake, the answer from a mile away.
No, St. Peter is away.
"And what, then, what?"
"I do not know, maybe Santa Maria del Popolo." Eh, mo ivvén ..
"And those buildings on the hill? "
Like when you're dreaming and continued to shake.
"should be .. what it's called .. "it takes me five minutes to let me come," the observatory .. "
Alberto breathing a sigh. "When I came to Rome to serve in the military that hill there it was all green, sent me two times a day .."
It 's too. Away from the window, I get closer to a table.
"Oh, Daniè, this one do not want to see him here, eh!"
Always Alberto , now holds the edge of the table between your thumb and forefinger.
The other approach.
"Pott, did you see? It is rebuilt. What we wanted to do it? 'A vedino as the ugly? E 'dummy. "
She explains that take scrap marble and build it to the surface, fill it in with what I do not understand.
I go away again.
For the first time I'd like to be alone.
front of the door through which I will soon enter our guest.
We will have in a row before. We shut up and silent.
I think back to what I said Faith, by phone:
"I do not know, I do not think I will get an opportunity like this in life .. "
Then my mother said:" I have no words to tell you what I have a heavy heart "
Albert's hand rests on the door frame, next to me.
"Can you feel it? He puts his hand. This is marble. I also know where it came from. There is a quarry, in Piedmont. And 'the marble of the cathedral of Milan.
From there, or Portugal. But Portugal can not be.
I know, I do all my life.
Feel how cold. "
support the hand.
He turns to Daniel.
"Daniè, I'm done così. Non mi riesce di emozionarmi per questa roba. Se ci sono i sacrifici, le battaglie, allora piango. Ma questa roba qui non mi riesce.”
Fra poco entrerà il Presidente della Repubblica, da questa porta.
Arriverà di corsa, mi stringerà la mano senza guardarmi negli occhi, parlerà di fretta e di listen to rush, as requested by the protocol, under these circumstances.
I'll look an animal in these pictures. A trophy hunting. A director seat.
him seem shorter than me as I thought, I feel like a good person, held closed by mechanisms that you can also crush bewildered as me, in these circumstances.
I ask whether it is worth a life, in these circumstances.
For now, thank you not to be alone, to be with Albert and with others.
thank this cold marble.
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