Bar Molina di via Canonica. Caffè, brioche, e Corriere della Sera.
Entra nel bar un uomo sulla cinquantina, è Gino il tassista. Si tampona la fronte con un fazzoletto da naso. Sosta alla cassa e paga un caffè. Prende lo scontrino e il resto. Attraversa il vuoto che c'è tra la cassa e il bancone. Mette il resto in tasca e passa lo scontrino al barista.
- Potevi pagare dopo. - Gli dice il barista.
- Sta zitto che oggi non è giornata. - Gino continua a tamponarsi la fronte.
- Che è? Someone gave you a gun in the ass? - He tells the bartender while resting the cup on the saucer.
- Laugh at yourself. All day with the apron on the balls. Instead of going to see the life outside. At my age you still find yourself in this bar. Then someone will shoot a shot and you do not even know why. Good life shit.
- Oh, look, see I've got it wrong not to take a couple of passing pleasures. Gino
drinking coffee in two gulps, takes a look at the bottom, then resting the cup on the saucer and keep talking with the bartender.
from which I was sitting at a table next to the electronic poker, I get to go to the counter and ask for a glass of water.
- In life you pur rinunciare a qualcosa,... ehi Manlio! - e schiocca le dita nella mia direzione.
- Ciao Gino, come va?
- Diciamo bene. Ti va di venire a fare un giro in taxi? Offre lo 02-4040.
Saliamo in macchina e ci dirigiamo verso la stazione dei taxi più vicina.
- Posso? - Faccio per accendere la radio e sentire qualche notizia. Giusto per sapere dove va il mondo.
Gino annuisce, poi con un dito sfiora un punto imprecisato del cruscotto e all'improvviso tutto si illumina.
All'altezza di un panificio un tipo ci fa segno di fermarci, poi sale a bordo e ci chiede di portarlo sui navigli. Gino inizia a far girare il tassametro e parte.
Poco dopo il tipo inizia ad agitarsi, non abbiamo ancora raggiunto la way that has given us. The meter keeps running.
The type looks out the window. Probably to see where we stand.
Meanwhile, the radio end up talking about Silvio Berlusconi, and Gino blurted
- but there you break the balls. And let him govern. Then, if it does not combine anything back home. Goodbye and thank you.
The type is some consideration, but Gino did not listen, he continues on his way. The meter has reached a considerable sum.
To which the guy leans forward. Show a picture of Gino, and says
- My father was a taxi driver for fifteen years. He earned ten million per month and claimed just three. And Gino
: - If you did so well because stopped?
- The last passenger who got up, asked him to be escorted out city in the country. Then came on a side street the man fired a shot in the head and left the rest.
- Ah. - Gino looks over the rearview mirror. Out of the cab.
- See, I could now carry this beautiful ruffled. And 'just do not want to fuck my life because being an asshole like strolls in the car, the fuel for a fee from those who pass by. So take me back to see where I've uploaded and it ends here. Otherwise in good memory of my father's guidance, we make a pilgrimage to the road of mud where they have impallinato, recite the prayer, and then you say Amen.
Gino turns to the kind: - But I do not ...
- Listen, probably even my father liked to stretch a bit 'way but I'm sure that at least the end of the round off the bill by default. Instead you belong to those that you take your ass without even enjoy a little '. You are greedy. How you stole the last fool who sat behind here, huh? Only now the location varies. A little 'fantasy life to the couple, do not you think?
- It 's just that ...
- I repeat. Take me back where I've met. Reset the meter and I will be forever grateful for the scenic ride.
Gino does not know what to do.
- me back. - The guy says. - You're not able, right? Nobody is. At this
point a little. The form opens the door and goodnight to the musicians.
For a moment we are staring at us, me and Gino, like this: with the rear door left open as the door of an airplane in flight, from which it has just launched a man without a parachute.
And blows. The void that occupied the back seat, blows away. Sucked in by the force of gravity that brings him back to earth. And once again weighing on the ground.
back from parts of the bar Molina. Just before we see that are replacing the sign with the bakery to a new Chinese cuisine. Just yesterday I was there came in to buy some warm focaccia.
We return to the bar. Gino tells me to wait at the counter. He stops and gives me the cash un caffè. Con una mano prende lo scontrino e con l'altra mette il resto in tasca. Si avvicina al bancone. Passa lo scontrino al barista. Poi riprende il resto dalla tasca, lo deposita nel piattino delle mance e dice:
- Arrivederci, e grazie.
Entra nel bar un uomo sulla cinquantina, è Gino il tassista. Si tampona la fronte con un fazzoletto da naso. Sosta alla cassa e paga un caffè. Prende lo scontrino e il resto. Attraversa il vuoto che c'è tra la cassa e il bancone. Mette il resto in tasca e passa lo scontrino al barista.
- Potevi pagare dopo. - Gli dice il barista.
- Sta zitto che oggi non è giornata. - Gino continua a tamponarsi la fronte.
- Che è? Someone gave you a gun in the ass? - He tells the bartender while resting the cup on the saucer.
- Laugh at yourself. All day with the apron on the balls. Instead of going to see the life outside. At my age you still find yourself in this bar. Then someone will shoot a shot and you do not even know why. Good life shit.
- Oh, look, see I've got it wrong not to take a couple of passing pleasures. Gino
drinking coffee in two gulps, takes a look at the bottom, then resting the cup on the saucer and keep talking with the bartender.
from which I was sitting at a table next to the electronic poker, I get to go to the counter and ask for a glass of water.
- In life you pur rinunciare a qualcosa,... ehi Manlio! - e schiocca le dita nella mia direzione.
- Ciao Gino, come va?
- Diciamo bene. Ti va di venire a fare un giro in taxi? Offre lo 02-4040.
Saliamo in macchina e ci dirigiamo verso la stazione dei taxi più vicina.
- Posso? - Faccio per accendere la radio e sentire qualche notizia. Giusto per sapere dove va il mondo.
Gino annuisce, poi con un dito sfiora un punto imprecisato del cruscotto e all'improvviso tutto si illumina.
All'altezza di un panificio un tipo ci fa segno di fermarci, poi sale a bordo e ci chiede di portarlo sui navigli. Gino inizia a far girare il tassametro e parte.
Poco dopo il tipo inizia ad agitarsi, non abbiamo ancora raggiunto la way that has given us. The meter keeps running.
The type looks out the window. Probably to see where we stand.
Meanwhile, the radio end up talking about Silvio Berlusconi, and Gino blurted
- but there you break the balls. And let him govern. Then, if it does not combine anything back home. Goodbye and thank you.
The type is some consideration, but Gino did not listen, he continues on his way. The meter has reached a considerable sum.
To which the guy leans forward. Show a picture of Gino, and says
- My father was a taxi driver for fifteen years. He earned ten million per month and claimed just three. And Gino
: - If you did so well because stopped?
- The last passenger who got up, asked him to be escorted out city in the country. Then came on a side street the man fired a shot in the head and left the rest.
- Ah. - Gino looks over the rearview mirror. Out of the cab.
- See, I could now carry this beautiful ruffled. And 'just do not want to fuck my life because being an asshole like strolls in the car, the fuel for a fee from those who pass by. So take me back to see where I've uploaded and it ends here. Otherwise in good memory of my father's guidance, we make a pilgrimage to the road of mud where they have impallinato, recite the prayer, and then you say Amen.
Gino turns to the kind: - But I do not ...
- Listen, probably even my father liked to stretch a bit 'way but I'm sure that at least the end of the round off the bill by default. Instead you belong to those that you take your ass without even enjoy a little '. You are greedy. How you stole the last fool who sat behind here, huh? Only now the location varies. A little 'fantasy life to the couple, do not you think?
- It 's just that ...
- I repeat. Take me back where I've met. Reset the meter and I will be forever grateful for the scenic ride.
Gino does not know what to do.
- me back. - The guy says. - You're not able, right? Nobody is. At this
point a little. The form opens the door and goodnight to the musicians.
For a moment we are staring at us, me and Gino, like this: with the rear door left open as the door of an airplane in flight, from which it has just launched a man without a parachute.
And blows. The void that occupied the back seat, blows away. Sucked in by the force of gravity that brings him back to earth. And once again weighing on the ground.
back from parts of the bar Molina. Just before we see that are replacing the sign with the bakery to a new Chinese cuisine. Just yesterday I was there came in to buy some warm focaccia.
We return to the bar. Gino tells me to wait at the counter. He stops and gives me the cash un caffè. Con una mano prende lo scontrino e con l'altra mette il resto in tasca. Si avvicina al bancone. Passa lo scontrino al barista. Poi riprende il resto dalla tasca, lo deposita nel piattino delle mance e dice:
- Arrivederci, e grazie.
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