We are in the car, Leandro and I, waiting for Serena and Gorka leave home to seek together to alleviate this boredom that comes over us every year at this time.
- You know that today was going to put me to work? - Leandro tells me - but yes, I said to myself, so there is no nothing to do. I always wait to find some 'free time to relax, then when you are on vacation can not resist. Useless, I break my balls.
Leandro bend the knee on the dashboard and looking through the windows fogged from the cold, then says
- Shit on Christmas day is worse than Sunday, Christ.
not see Serena and Gorka more than a year, the work we have all scattered in different cities. And Christmas ends up being one of the few times of the year to find ourselves.
- Congratulations! - Smile by coming meeting Gorka and Serena - What can we do?
- Well, for a drive and a beer at 'Amphora? - I propose. Deluded that it can be enough to pass the evening. Serena smiled at lifting a Gorka eyebrow, then said to me:
- to pick up cigarettes.
We leave the complex of buildings all pink and head toward the center.
- Well? What are you told? - Serena question.
- Gossip, no. - I reply - but since I arrived, everyone I speak of a submerged volcano back in business, off Salina and Panarea, I did not understand. The fishermen of the Aeolian Islands have found hundreds of dead fish floating along a stretch of sea where the water boils. Also - say - on Dec. 28 there will be a sea motion, with waves 20 to 30 meters. So much so that - they say - Civil Protection has already purchased thousands of blacks bags to pack the dead of the disaster.
- And the living. - Leandro says.
Gorka mimics the movements of a surfer and he says: - The sea motion, the sea running.
- But do you believe? - Serena asks me.
- What sea motion, they are all bullshit. - I anticipate Leandro.
- I say such a thing today, it can be expected. Then, if you do not warn us in time to evacuate, then their is no hope. However, a friend of mine graduated in environmental science says that the worst can happen only if the island's volcano erupts. Why not work for some time and has his mouth sealed. If you miss Vulcan, we do not exist anymore.
- A little 'as the Milazzo refinery. - Leandro presses, having lit a cigarette - or Enel, which they say produces only water vapor, but here the people continue to die of lung disease, as if nothing had happened.
and snorts a cloud of smoke, followed by a slight tremor of the eyelids, become at least as my chronic cough.
draw near to that of a cigarette machine.
- What do you want? - Serena Leandro demand that two fingers rummaged the bottom of a purse and says
- Diana, soft. Eh, you feel that you pay then I offer you beer.
Then he turns to me and a street lamp's light drenched his forehead: - Look at this, I have a handful of coins to rest if they get a blast if they fly away. They have more weight value.
- Can you give us a cushion. - I tell him - at least we sleep.
Serena falls in the time machine, distribute packages, and off again, all in the same boat. - Downtown? - I say.
- No, come on, - you Scazzi Leandro - just what we then go to this other cigarette and drink a beer.
Serena clings to the two front seats and emerge between me and Leander:
- Have you heard the news that rain fish?
- Where? - I look in the rearview mirror.
- I do not remember. - Then again: - Gorka where it happened?
- I believe in a small town in northern Italy. Continue
Serena: - Virtually there was a thunderstorm and a tornado sucked the fish from the sea or a river, or perhaps by a lake. Oh well, there is the fact that after this horn air engulfed the country a rain of fish. The news they showed the housewives who filled the baskets with fish raining from the sky.
We turn on the scenic route along the Sea of \u200b\u200bthe west, where by day you can see the Aeolian who sleep on the horizon line. Now it is night and basically in the dark lights of the small houses of Lipari mingle with the stars.
- Speaking of tornadoes, I resume I have seen tails of rats?
- Yuck. - Serena makes a grimace.
- are small tornadoes that remotely look like real rat tails pirouette. Often in the winter if they have seen along the coast. They say that fishermen in these parts know nursery rhymes to cut in two tails of rats. Will have been few, but they are there. Imagine rat tails along the west beach and the old fishermen who go to the beach to chant. And the best part is that it works. I swear, once I was running on the beach, at one point I look up and see at a distance of one, two, three tails of rats. A fear. I said, fuck what's next? If I suck in who knows where the hell I end up. At one point I see a rat tail throat in two and slowly withdraws to the top. I tell you one of those things that when you say fuck all. Then they told me the fishermen and nursery rhymes. I do not believe that, but I have much more confidence and hope in an old fisherman ninety years than in the weather.
parked, and enter the Amphora to drink a beer. One of those places where there is always the same atmosphere. Where you can be sure that the time will never change things. But now we break, we decided to return to your car and making a last lap, before saying goodbye.
Slowly, we wandered along a straight stretch of asphalt for miles along the west beach in silence, breathing in deeply nicotine.
- you know, - said Leandro - ten years ago a species of sea swept away their bikes this way. It was during a fishing competition with a rod from the shore. Shit, this year have caught the biggest flower beds that I have ever seen.
Then nothing, no words. Until the time comes to say goodbye. The day after tomorrow, 27, and Serena Gorka returned to Milan.
We embrace. Then with the dawn of a smile on your face, Gorka said to me:
- Take care, close to the sea motion.
And if I were in front of one of those waves of 20 meters?
I wonder if I would take a surfboard? I could ride that wave
. And stay afloat for as long as possible.
- You know that today was going to put me to work? - Leandro tells me - but yes, I said to myself, so there is no nothing to do. I always wait to find some 'free time to relax, then when you are on vacation can not resist. Useless, I break my balls.
Leandro bend the knee on the dashboard and looking through the windows fogged from the cold, then says
- Shit on Christmas day is worse than Sunday, Christ.
not see Serena and Gorka more than a year, the work we have all scattered in different cities. And Christmas ends up being one of the few times of the year to find ourselves.
- Congratulations! - Smile by coming meeting Gorka and Serena - What can we do?
- Well, for a drive and a beer at 'Amphora? - I propose. Deluded that it can be enough to pass the evening. Serena smiled at lifting a Gorka eyebrow, then said to me:
- to pick up cigarettes.
We leave the complex of buildings all pink and head toward the center.
- Well? What are you told? - Serena question.
- Gossip, no. - I reply - but since I arrived, everyone I speak of a submerged volcano back in business, off Salina and Panarea, I did not understand. The fishermen of the Aeolian Islands have found hundreds of dead fish floating along a stretch of sea where the water boils. Also - say - on Dec. 28 there will be a sea motion, with waves 20 to 30 meters. So much so that - they say - Civil Protection has already purchased thousands of blacks bags to pack the dead of the disaster.
- And the living. - Leandro says.
Gorka mimics the movements of a surfer and he says: - The sea motion, the sea running.
- But do you believe? - Serena asks me.
- What sea motion, they are all bullshit. - I anticipate Leandro.
- I say such a thing today, it can be expected. Then, if you do not warn us in time to evacuate, then their is no hope. However, a friend of mine graduated in environmental science says that the worst can happen only if the island's volcano erupts. Why not work for some time and has his mouth sealed. If you miss Vulcan, we do not exist anymore.
- A little 'as the Milazzo refinery. - Leandro presses, having lit a cigarette - or Enel, which they say produces only water vapor, but here the people continue to die of lung disease, as if nothing had happened.
and snorts a cloud of smoke, followed by a slight tremor of the eyelids, become at least as my chronic cough.
draw near to that of a cigarette machine.
- What do you want? - Serena Leandro demand that two fingers rummaged the bottom of a purse and says
- Diana, soft. Eh, you feel that you pay then I offer you beer.
Then he turns to me and a street lamp's light drenched his forehead: - Look at this, I have a handful of coins to rest if they get a blast if they fly away. They have more weight value.
- Can you give us a cushion. - I tell him - at least we sleep.
Serena falls in the time machine, distribute packages, and off again, all in the same boat. - Downtown? - I say.
- No, come on, - you Scazzi Leandro - just what we then go to this other cigarette and drink a beer.
Serena clings to the two front seats and emerge between me and Leander:
- Have you heard the news that rain fish?
- Where? - I look in the rearview mirror.
- I do not remember. - Then again: - Gorka where it happened?
- I believe in a small town in northern Italy. Continue
Serena: - Virtually there was a thunderstorm and a tornado sucked the fish from the sea or a river, or perhaps by a lake. Oh well, there is the fact that after this horn air engulfed the country a rain of fish. The news they showed the housewives who filled the baskets with fish raining from the sky.
We turn on the scenic route along the Sea of \u200b\u200bthe west, where by day you can see the Aeolian who sleep on the horizon line. Now it is night and basically in the dark lights of the small houses of Lipari mingle with the stars.
- Speaking of tornadoes, I resume I have seen tails of rats?
- Yuck. - Serena makes a grimace.
- are small tornadoes that remotely look like real rat tails pirouette. Often in the winter if they have seen along the coast. They say that fishermen in these parts know nursery rhymes to cut in two tails of rats. Will have been few, but they are there. Imagine rat tails along the west beach and the old fishermen who go to the beach to chant. And the best part is that it works. I swear, once I was running on the beach, at one point I look up and see at a distance of one, two, three tails of rats. A fear. I said, fuck what's next? If I suck in who knows where the hell I end up. At one point I see a rat tail throat in two and slowly withdraws to the top. I tell you one of those things that when you say fuck all. Then they told me the fishermen and nursery rhymes. I do not believe that, but I have much more confidence and hope in an old fisherman ninety years than in the weather.
parked, and enter the Amphora to drink a beer. One of those places where there is always the same atmosphere. Where you can be sure that the time will never change things. But now we break, we decided to return to your car and making a last lap, before saying goodbye.
Slowly, we wandered along a straight stretch of asphalt for miles along the west beach in silence, breathing in deeply nicotine.
- you know, - said Leandro - ten years ago a species of sea swept away their bikes this way. It was during a fishing competition with a rod from the shore. Shit, this year have caught the biggest flower beds that I have ever seen.
Then nothing, no words. Until the time comes to say goodbye. The day after tomorrow, 27, and Serena Gorka returned to Milan.
We embrace. Then with the dawn of a smile on your face, Gorka said to me:
- Take care, close to the sea motion.
And if I were in front of one of those waves of 20 meters?
I wonder if I would take a surfboard? I could ride that wave
. And stay afloat for as long as possible.
