And he stayed. She became his girlfriend-lover, and this quiet, discreet and jealous of madness, his air, but slowly the crack spread between them without knowing it. He stood up to a morning twenty years ago, when he met in the doorway of his home as he left to go to attend his training in the study of a very important tax lawyer, a close friend of what would become his stepfather. If found himself in a purple suit, red sneakers and blue eyes. She kissed him with treason and then left him a ticket in hand, flying out and going on an old Citroen that was waiting with the engine running. He did not have time to react. Lesse breathe without the two lines written in pencil on a sheet of squared "think about your life and forget." But he has always had a good memory. She disappeared that day, tried in vain, had heard from him two years later by police who searched the home of Uncle John and the cellars of the palace. Then the headlines on the band of terrorists undermined the country's future and his picture, that of the first arrest during a protest. In those years before the pain and frustration and finally anger had accompanied him whenever he returned to his neighborhood to visit his parents. Then a 'lack of any feeling that he had forgotten he had deceived. To betray him, sometimes only dreams, its most real. And now here he built to undermine a lifetime to forget what could not be built meticulously, day after day, as the mechanism of a huge clock that strikes the second and reassuring all the same.
Doctor Locchi ... well ... what do you want from me? "
Advocate Piccalunga fixing holes blacks who have replaced the eyes of the magistrate. A glimmer, perhaps a reflection of a mirror a car down the street, through the office ceiling.
The judge sighs apologetically. "Lawyer, I'm sorry, I was hoping not to use this information ... but, in fact I believe that if you cooperate with us ... she would create a great credit to our state ... and then we could help his old friend and resolve some 'problems ... you know ... the papers have not said, but she has given up because she is sick ... very sick "
George Ciccia review of ten years in a sick bed, with a high fever and he will close with a cloth soaked in vinegar and water trying to her talk and refreshments. Among the tight lips of the lawyer will start with a thought. Helping Silvana, his Ciccia get better in that hell? Yes, yes, yes. Every man has a price and this is his.
"What should I do?"
"Montroni the Commissioner will meet at the bar of the court and accompany you in jail by Di Stefano. You will be told by Di Stefano is located where the tipping and printing. Of course the interview will also attend the Commissioner. If the information will help the Di Stefano to die without much pain and we'll forget about her, a lawyer. So should be very persuasive. Clearly, this conversation never happened . "
" Clearly "
" Goodbye Lawyer "
A fat hand claws, and then closes the file, the other opens onto the ' lanky man who ignores her.
"Goodbye." A lawyer with bag RC leaves the office where the magistrate did lair Locchi, and breathes, the chest expands and breathes, expands and breathes the gray tie. It is sold, you know why, but is glad to be sold because a painful secret is safe so why not fight for him to breathe? It 's almost cheerful. People rises, people go down the stairs of the court, people live, people die of the courtroom, but this does not touch him today, not today, not now. Two want to stir in his eyes: a coffee with cognac well done correctly, maybe a hammer, and long minutes to think about twenty years ago who wrote a few words on a piece, who now called to be saved. It 's almost enclose. See her again. The review on the pier while the sulky Leudo away in a Sunday morning. The review and reflects the voice of a child who whispers "I love you."
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