The awakening of Paolo Martinelli was sweet, a ray of sunshine through the window he had woken up. Has not happened for many months, usually nightmares assailed him and he was forced to get up and go running to calm down. He looked at the clock, seven were passed. He got up quickly, got dressed and left the house. The shrine was about a hundred meters.
"Hello doctor, how are you?", Greeted him Alberto, the newsagent.
"Well, well. Today more than usual. I would like Republic, Il Corriere, La Stampa and Il Newspaper, "said Paul.
"Today, dealing with her, right? I looked, there's his picture on all the newspapers. I hope they are good reviews. "
"I guess not. Today should be bad news. " Paul took the bundle of newspapers, Alberto saluted and returned home.
As she walked, turning over the cultural pages, were all dedicated to him. Its stock took up almost half the page. In some newspapers that were taken at the Feltrinelli and autographed books, others sat next to a reporter as he answered his questions. The statement of the Feltrinelli was vitriolic. He was described as an opportunistic writer, not ideas and even unable to write an article for a tabloid.
What really hurt him, however, was the comment of a journalist who knew as always reviewed his books. The purpose of a writer, was the title. The piece started with a brief biography and then proceeded with the slating of all his works, was the opposite of what he had expressed in the past. The other articles were not soft on him and repeated the idea that Paolo Martinelli, this would be the end of his career.
"FI-NI-TO, I'm done with this page now I can say goodbye to writing," Paolo Martinelli spoke in excited voice with Tata, who had asked why she had that sad-faced and pale.
"I do not think she is still young and has time to recover. The good thing is that she has opened her eyes and has noticed that he was with a girl who loved her, this would become a tragedy in the future. Now he has to rest, get some good ideas and will be a publisher, eventually, will come forward. " While Tata tried to console Paul, Frank went into the kitchen, she had pulled a face and hand he held a copy of the Courier.
"Have you read? Did you see that you have made these vultures? ". Frank spoke with difficulty, and spoke to Paul in the air waving the newspaper.
"Yes, I read, talking about this. Now I'm done, no job, no future. What do you want to know that a life has dealt only to write books? I've been described as a traitor who does not respect the agreements, without friends, without values, without ideas. No publisher wants to publish my book. "
"No one who does not think so there!" Said Francesca, who continued:
"Remember the former editor of your letter that you had played? I have read and I recovered. John Blacks do not think badly of you. It has a good memory, he understood why you left, is ready to publish your novel at any time. Do not you remember? It was written here, in the bottom of the letter. " Frank pulled from his bag crumpled the envelope and handed it to Paul, who approached her, held out his hand and took her with tears in my eyes read it again.
Not all was lost, there was a hope. He had to call and see if that offer was still valid.
"Yes, I have to arrange a meeting with John. Perhaps things can be fixed. All you need is a good idea for a new novel. "
The idea came along with a pang in my heart. Paul felt physical pain and a cold shiver throughout the body. Certainly it was a sketch, there was a lot of work, but the idea was there in his head. It was a short article in the news pages of the Courier. Retired Chief Commissioner of the province of Catania, was the title. Paolo Martinelli approached the newspaper and read the article: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Among ten days will retire, having reached retirement age, the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi. Ligurian origin, has done his service almost entirely in Sicily. In his long career there have been numerous cases resolved and arrests made by him. We recall in particular the capture of three criminals who, fifteen years ago, had completed a daring robbery at the headquarters of Banca Commerciale stealing more than fifteen billion pounds of cash and values>>.
"What do you have? Why stare at the newspaper? "Asked Francesca to Paul.
"An idea, maybe I have an idea. I do a search on the Internet, "said Paul, who went into his study, is linked to a search engine and typed: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Andrea Parodi>>. The information was rather poor. Nothing more than what he had read in the paper.
"I need to get more news, try to consult the historical archives of newspapers that is in the public library. Try to call and see if you keep copies of fifteen years ago. I try to make an appointment for the afternoon with John Blacks ".
In a few minutes in the house the atmosphere was completely changed, from sadness and despair to hope had passed. Inactivity to the feverish industry. After about fifteen minutes
Francesca entered the studio of Paul who had just finished a call, said
"We are lucky, they still have copies. We have to hurry though, are only open in the morning. "
"I have set up a meeting with the editor in the afternoon. We can go to the library and then after dinner we go John. You have to come with me, you must accompany me. "
"Today my sister came to town with her husband and newborn son. I am with my parents parents must share in the evening, unfortunately, I do not mind say hello. "
"OK if you back home after we were in the library? By John I can go there by myself. " Francesca was happy, finally could be really useful, he had also noticed that Paul is now speaking to you of giving you, the first thing I had never done.
historical archives of newspapers was a dark and poorly ventilated basement. It was certainly very popular, in fact, the attendant took a long time to find the key to the room.
"Here in this shelf contains the thousand nine hundred copies of the newspapers, you can read them at leisure. There is a photocopier if you need it. For all the rest are at your disposal. I leave you alone, I have to go back upstairs, "said the librarian turned to Paolo and Francesca.
Paul began to browse the Courier, Francesca La Repubblica, then went to La Stampa, but found nothing, in national newspapers that news was never published. Search the other shelves, but apart from La Gazzetta dello Sport, we drop, there was no other material. They had now lost hope of finding something useful when the eye of Francesco fell upon a dusty box on a side with a red marker someone had written: «The voice of Sicily>>. Paul opened it, I pull out the papers and Frank began to browse.
the first page of the Voice of October 15 staked a title in eight columns: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Clamorosa robbery at the Commercial Bank of Catania>>. Read the facts as they were gone, smiled when the journalist reported how fake they thanked the Carabinieri policemen present.
In the following days, the news came down of interest for which they found only a few short article in the center pages. The statement was released on October 18 in which the then appointed Commissioner Andrea Parodi heads a team of investigators called in shed light on the events. At the bottom Article Parodi, interviewed, stated that investigations were aimed at three hundred sixty degrees and that the team would work around the clock. For several days, the newspaper ceased to deal with the robbery.
the twenty-fifth title in October, a front-page attention aroused: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Trovati dead three men linked to bank robbery Commerciale>>. Three people were brutally killed by three gunshots to the head, had been bound and tortured. They had some minor criminal record but were not part of any criminal clan. Some police recognized them as members of the gang that had robbed the bank. Andrea Parodi, re-interviewed, stated that this event would give a precise address in the investigation but that at that time was too early to anticipate the press something.
In the two days following the silence was total. Surprisingly, the twenty-eighth Voice opened in October in the headlines with the announcement of the arrest of the three surviving robbers. Their names were: Salvatore Quattrocchi, Simone Passera and Michele Barbera. A photo of the three criminals with the handcuffs nearly fill the page. Inside it said that the stolen goods amounted to fifteen billion lire had been almost totally recovered from five billion in diamonds and other valuables still in hiding. The last article that Paolo and Francesca found was that inherent in the promotion of Andrea Parodi a Chief Commissioner.
"This is a good story, gave me several ideas to develop. I would also like to hear what he has to say, the chief investigator Andrea Parodi, maybe I can get me. I also see the places where the robbery took place and try to talk to some witnesses. Fifteen years is not eternity, no? We should be able to track someone. In the coming days I think we should make a trip to Catania. Would you like the idea? "Paul spoke to Frank while cars were going home with the parents of Frances.
"Yes, I accepted the job because I wanted to understand how a novel and contribute the research, I like very much. "
"In the afternoon, after I was by John, I'll try to jot down some ideas. Here we arrived I let you. Give me a good luck for today, otherwise this will all be wasted effort. "
"Good luck. Look, why not climb up too? I'd like you to meet my family. Surely something good will on the table for you, then you can go to the appointment in the afternoon. "
"Willingly, if not too much trouble."
Alighieri family was in a cheerful excitement. His sister Francesca nursing the child, the husband told his family stories to his parents. Marina, Francesca's mother, as she listened, set the table while he kept an eye on the food that was cooking. He rang the bell.
"Here it should be Frank," said Marina, who put the wooden spoon he was using to turn the sauce and ran to open.
"What a surprise, you're together?" Asked the mother.
"Yes, I wanted to let you know Paolo Martinelli, the famous writer and my employer," said the daughter cheerfully.
"Hello, nice to meet you. Do not get me out of trouble, this is a family reunion ... "said Paul.
"But what hindrance. You see we are usually alone, my husband and I, find the whole family and so many people at the table makes us very happy. Brings so much joy. "
how good it was that family, he thought Paolo Martinelli, this meeting took place while the family. From what he did not feel those emotions? That he was an orphan for a long time and had always lived alone with Tata. His only family. He paused to reflect on the fact that not everything was going wrong in his life. He had lost his false friends, and perhaps he had found a real one. He had met a good collaborator and recovered the desire to write. Not all evil comes to harm, he thought.
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