The rusty gate, once green, red crosses and the car is wide open, stopping gravel on the mall in front of the farmhouse. The inspector looks at the closed door of the house and the dark trees that surround it and annoyed that move under the Libeccio.
Red Square Red Square control ... control ... you hear me? Step ... "
The metallic voice that answers him and reassures him that the termination slight shiver, that tingle that ran down his neck from the base of the spine.
"red team control, I hear you loud and clear ... and we have visual sensing satellite in five minutes ... wait ... step instructions,
Red team to control movement in the house ... I see ... Stay tuned ... step "
" Control Team received a red ... ... listen ... "
The door of the house opens the door slowly and appears to be a woman. Large clumps of hair in the wind with blacks fighting gray hair and hide her face with a team while waving gypsy skirt that betrays the most robust forms. A stick in his right hand feels that she limps for a bad foul of old age.
Silvana has been raised in the back seat and smiles.
Commissioner snarls removing the car keys: "You stay here" and leaves in the wind.
"Hello ... can I help you?" The sweet voice of the old comes muffled to the ears of the Commissioner, then he sees someone waving in the car.
"I'm the commissioner Montroni. She 's Marta Martini? The Guardian? "
The smile of the old moves the large mole on his cheek dark lives left.
"Commisssario! What a pleasure ... "
With the old agility moves the stick in his left hand while the right to stretches to the police officer who holds the dubious.
"But come inside ... come face too, you can not talk out there with the wind ... "
The old white-black hair pulled back the smiles and friendly. Years of work in the sewers of life have given the cop a sixth sense for danger, but now all the alarms are silent and dark eyes surrounded by wrinkles are the ancient lay down their arms. Without turning the commissioner makes a nod in the direction of the car and the corner of my eye sees Silvana lawyer trudge toward the house.
The old has come and keeps the door open. The commissioner shall enter into a small input light followed by the other two. The two women hug each other and watch as mother and daughter.
The commissioner is tired of tears which, fortunately, remain confined to the eyelids.
The old lawyer shook hands also.
"You have to be George ... like ... you know you're an animal?"
The lawyer opened his lips to speak, but no voice comes out.
"Come my way ... ... please sit down ... I just prepared for the water ... you like tea? "
" No, we do not like ... lady should come with us ... now! "
The lame old Marta turns smiling.
"Commissioner ... life is short, too short to only think of bad things ... we will soon, I promise ..."
The woman tilts her head to one side as children do when they expect an answer that satisfies their desires. For the first time since awakening the commissioner thinks their children away and nods his head.
"Okay, but we soon ..."
The room in which Martin has made to accommodate the guests is wide and its walls are covered with watercolors depicting views of the coast. On a wall between two windows are aligned with photographs of people smiling in the lens of photographer during spring ceremonies and picnics. In a photo in black and white a girl Marta smiles showing his neo and a little tin cup.
"I used to play tennis, you know sir?" ... Before I got married ... I was doing you know? "
The old is reappeared with a tray that flickering George runs to the rescue.
"What are you doing up? Sit up my dear ... you next to me here ... courage, sir sit "
Gravity bends his weary cop. The sofa is comfortable and smells clean, like the whole house. The inspector asked how do the old one to clean it all alone.
"This is a Japanese tea that I use only on special occasions ... and I'd say this is it ... do not you think? The end of an era ... Gyokuro is called love ... its sweet taste and color so brilliant ... this makes me happy! "
The four drink in silence as their eyes meet and talk. Outside, the wind begins to persistently knocking on the glass.
Commissioner is the first to finish and put the cup on the coffee table between the sofas.
"Well lady ... thanks for the tea ... very good ... now ... where is the deposit?"
"The commissioner knows that she is indeed a handsome man? ... Although a bit ' no hurry ... will in all things I hope so! "
For ennessima time that day the Commissioner feels completely out of place, out of time, out of sync. It seems to him that that room, the cozy house, the people who obviously know for years, that wind is not annoying to do that tease and laugh at him. He is a foreign body that tries to get into trouble with a dense cloud of relationships, feelings and codes. It feels to have neither the strength nor the desire to do so. Yet it is a cop and you do not give any more than a move or a judge will reduce it to shreds.
"Ma'am, do not I want to laugh or a joke ... "
" Martha ... please .... "
Silvana laid the cup and hands warm handshake of Martha.
"Okay, okay, now ... it is useless to prevaricate, delay ... it's over. I take my bag and go, you'll take. E 'near Imperia, in half an hour we are there. You my baby how are you? "
" I'm fine, do not worry, "smiles tired Silvana.
The old gets up with difficulty and slowly fading away in an adjoining room, followed by the watchful eye of the Commissioner. It reappears a moment later. He wears a green jacket and tentatively settle a large brown bag over your shoulder. Improvvisamnte raises the mash pointing to the Commissioner.
"Ready! Let us arm ourselves and go! "
And part to slow galloping towards the door.
After he turns out to wait for the other and closes the door, stroking for a moment the old wood.
The four are close to 'drive away and the wind carries away the buzz of a helicopter. The old Marta of bullying undermines the lawyer from the front seat:
"You beautiful, you'd better stay with Silvana"
The smiling woman sits next to the commissioner.
Red team to control ... ... we are moving towards Imperia ... step ... "
electrical silence.
Red team to control ... ... we are moving towards Imperia step ... ... I feel ... "
Silence windy.
Red team to control ... you hear me? Red team ... check ... you hear me? ... We move towards Imperia ... ... I feel ... step ... "
Silence wet
" Here control team ... you feel and you see red ... problems turbulence ... you follow the direction of visual contact with Imperia .. step "
The old realizes the sigh of relief commissioner. "Courage is not the Commissioner ... worry, all is well ... Do you mind if we feel 'of happy music? "
The smile full of lipstick accompanies the hand of the old bag from the car CD player that hungry swallows a hard color gold.
The Commissioner does not have time to react, but now recognizes the chords on keyboard and amazed, look at the first smiling face of the old Martha, then her wrinkled hand to caress his right thigh.
I get up, and nothing gets me down ...
"The commissioner like that 's a old song by Van Halen JUMP ... ... ... I think right is not it? "
You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around ...
Commissioner leaves the hand of the old gearing driving.
Alfa red rushes headlong towards the bottom of the valley and the road to Imperia. Inside everyone smiles except the policeman.
Go Ahed, jump. Jump!
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