Get to the floor without realizing it, like walking in a glass bubble. At the same time the perception has been exacerbated in a painful. He feels the whole world simultaneously. It 's like having lived in apnea for years and now the air comes violently into the lungs of his soul and it hurts, it hurts a lot. The light of April's shattering the glass injures the eyes, the deafening noise of the people. Enter the cafeteria and feels faint while the smell of coffee and croissants, aftershave and fragrances, skin and hair the floods. He leans against the counter to keep from falling, and notes with a harelip Apprentice rude bartender who does not like.
"Excuse me for a coffee laced with cognac"
"Finished"
"What?"
"Cognac"
"normal time"
George Pittaluga turns around and finds himself noted with interest two blacks long hairs that grow on top of the ear next dell'avventore who, feeling observed, turns with the cup still in midair. The lawyer responds with a face that wants to be a strange smile. The impact of the cup on the saucer him back to reality. The coffee is ready and he tries to drink it by closing your eyes.
"Pittaluga Lawyer?"
hoarse voice forced him to open his eyes. A sort of comic-book cop is two feet from him and love him seems to block any escape route. I have long brown hair and shaggy beard is as long with a few gray hairs. American TV series dirty jeans and a tight struggle with stomach obviously does not allow him to close too worn brown leather jacket and two sizes too small. Only the eyes are not from comics, just as it is not the swelling under the left armpit. Will have thirty, thirty-five, brings his faith, but neglect is only for men. The shoulders, arms and chest indicate clearly that man is not mediation, but may be afraid of a man with his back covered with dandruff? Yes, if you look at it from two feet and has a gentle voice.
"Yes?"
"I'm the commissioner Montroni"
"Nice ... can I offer you some coffee?"
"No ... we have to do."
The lawyer shrugs, finishes his coffee and extends a few coins on the counter.
"Keep the change"
The apprentice bartender shows no gratitude.
"Shall we go?"
"Come on ... the Dott.Locchi prefer that we use my car ..."
"Okay, let me just take the coat from my ..."
"It 's necessary?"
The lawyer stops in the middle of the entry bar, with its fine gray suit and his brown bag and watch the cop in the eye. He knows he will be his guard dog for the next few hours, will be the witness of his betrayal, hope that we did against rabies and that his car is not populated by too many pathogens. He also knows of the lawyer Pittaluga still be a few hours and that everything will be as before. Still remain there, in the midst of the comings and goings of people who bump into them, looking into his eyes for a few seconds.
"Yes, it is necessary."
The lawyer leaves the court ahead of the policeman and quiet start to his car. He resumed his coat and left without a word to drive an old Alfa Romeo which lacks a dark copricerchione. The engine, however, is still in excellent condition, clears his throat and while the lawyer tries to fasten the seat belt, the sudden acceleration crushes him to the back. The smile of the Commissioner clarifies who is holding the scepter of power now. A power of life and death.
"You know, a lawyer ... I am that I stopped!"
The lawyer looks at the road through the windshield.
"Complimenti"
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