Ikusa Otome Valkyrie 2 Vol.2

autumn

I knew I'd met her but I never imagined to be with you in closed an elevator cab.

I had come to New York with an Alitalia flight from Rome in the evening before, I slept in a room at the Hotel Hilton and I was still upset for the jet - lag. The appointment was for ten at the Flatiron Building in Manhattan, home of Microsystems, one of the largest manufacturers of personal computers in the world. The company was launching on the international market a new PC , revolutionary, ultra lightweight and , and needed a new microprocessor equally innovative. Were invited major microchip companies to present their products. After skimming initial, the Microsystem announced he would auction itself and chose the highest bidder. It was a contract to be several hundred million dollars, is capable of changing the fortunes of a company and take it from failure to raise. I was there to be able to sell to the Americans that I had designed the microprocessor.

Certainly I met Nora. Had recently been promoted business manager of Eletronic LTD and she would bid on behalf of his company. Almost ten years had elapsed since the last time we spoke and I was not happy to meet you on this occasion: it was very smart and good at selling their products. Would not it be easier to improve its offer.

I entered the lobby of the Flatiron Building as half an hour before my usual. I need to study the site, see the faces of the employees understand , short , that pulls air in order to be convincing and give the best of me. I walked for several minutes in the lobby, spoken with an Indian girl at the reception and I was waiting for the elevator to go up to the twentieth floor. Strangely, I was alone and this provoked in me a sense of relief. I hate to be with other people in the elevator, I do not know why but this embarrasses me, you never know what to say and where to look back: utter a few platitudes? Fix a person? Look at his feet? I have not yet figured out what is best .

The elevator shaft was wide and well lit, I noticed in particular cleaning: no written smeared the walls and especially no bad smell. It does not happen often. I traveled a lot and I found that in almost every country in the world, lifts, even luxury hotels are dirty and smell rancid. Hung on a wall, there was a poster advertising a show at a theater off Broadway. I read the show times.

I was waiting for the elevator door shut when a Luiss Vuitton bag stopped moving, then , the woman who held her made his way into the small crack and went in the cabin with me .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi scusi>> said without looking. I recognized it immediately, even though she was slightly changed from the last time I had seen, strangely enough the years had improved. Shoes with heels, which previously did not, made her to my height. The hair color, now a raven black, had long hair and highlighting the deep green eyes. Some slight wrinkles around his eyes had appeared but the skin was still smooth and bright. A light touch of makeup will highlight the lips. The dress, complete with a Valentine, conveyed a sense of elegance combined with simplicity. She did not say anything, I was watching her as if paralyzed. She, too, once noticing me, he became confused and pretended not to know .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Anche her to ventesimo?>> I asked, sure of the answer.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes>> replied simply, without leaking any emotion from the tone of voice. The door closed and the elevator started up .

The red LED indicates the number ten when we were shaken by a collision, the car stopped and the lights went out. There was a moment of panic, then the lights came on again and caught my breath some of the lifts ready . I was wrong , indeed both are wrong. Wait a few minutes in silence, and then tried to crush button several times in the wind: the elevator did not move, tried with all the other buttons, nothing changed.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco we bloccati>> Nora said, annoyed. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Try L'allarme, with warnings that come to get us fuori>> ordered.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho provato, not happen nulla>> replied .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Scommetto that she was to stop pushing all those buttons l'ascensore pazzo> a>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What nonsense, there will be a power failure, no? Wait a few minutes and everything will be okay. These things happen every now and then, is it?>> Unexpected response, I continued:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But once there we took the tu?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not riconosciuto> you had> said clearly lying, then changed the subject:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Just today and just had to happen? If you do not arrive on time will lose an important order>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not you think maybe others are in our situation and that this is a sufficient reason for postponing the meeting? And then I do not think that your company is to make the best offer>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Maybe you're saying that you'll get it back? - Grinned ironically - Do not make me laugh, your company is short of capital and your antique i686>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No I'm here to offer the i686 processor but I designed the H898. Revolutionary performance twenty times higher than the previous generation, consumes one-fifth and costs much less!>>. Nora became dark in the face, more than it already was to the disadvantage of the lift.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Avrete need a new facility for produrlo, with what money you think you costruirlo?>> churches, was convinced that my only hope, no chance of realization.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have reached an agreement with three major banks, if we get the job, are ready to offer a credit line immediate and unrestricted>> I answered promptly. I saw his face a gesture of annoyance.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time're not so sure of getting l'appalto, vero?>> I said proudly, as if I won a personal battle with her. \u0026lt;'I Am io>> and stressed that raising the tone of voice the pronoun I, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;What I have to leave as soon as this damn elevator because I have a better chance of making l'offerta migliore>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco then see to get us out of here as soon as possible because this does not move nulla!>>. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk but I got an answer: "Number out of reach."

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Strano not respond nessuno, maybe there are telephone lines intasate>> exclaimed and began to think that perhaps not everything would be solved soon. Composi other numbers including that of the President of Microsystem but the answer was always the same .

Nora drew tabletPC from a bag and connects to the Internet: his face became very dark , even more than before if possible.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A big blackout paralyzed the entire city, flipped the phone lines, many people like us , are trapped in elevators, no one knows how long it will take to restore power>> said bewildered. I waved, too, tore hand the tablet to Nora to read the news, I could not because it lost the connection, try to connect but there was nothing to do, now we were totally isolated.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco everything that touches , stops funzionare>> scolded me.

\u0026lt;'If telephone lines are blocked it is logical that the Internet connection is not interrompi, credi?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For How long do you remain locked qui?>> asked me disconsolate.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not know. An hour or two, maybe more. Several years a power failure had lasted twelve hours>>. Not consoled even more stirred, began to walk back and forth in a small space like a caged lion.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Maybe you should calm down, sit down and think. For example , what we profit? Something to eat or drink if the wait is very long>>. Digging into our pockets and bags: I had a bottle of water, a packet of sweets and a cracker. Nora, a yogurt, and a pint of peppermint tea with lemon .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco this is our lunch dispensa, oggi>> said.

Nora had been standing, began to feel warm and took off his jacket. He was disturbed, as well as the situation , also from my presence. Was not comfortable with me around. If it were not I closed the elevator with her, would have tackled the situation differently, might have even laughed. He took a mint and took a sip of tea.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho hot and throat secca>> said apologetically that it has begun to consume our food, then fell silent. The calm before the storm. When he spoke, I knew what I would have asked, I expected , was bound to happen given our past .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Frequenti any woman since we lasciati?>>. Sentence dry, direct, bluntly, as was his habit.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In this moment, no. I had a couple of stories but did not lead to anything and you some man?>> I asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;None. I prefer that. Now I am calm, I have the job that gives me a lot of satisfaction, I do not need anyone next to me. I am happy>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really are you happy now? Did you find the source of happiness? I find it hard to believe right now that you're happy but since you left me to pursue happiness , are glad you have reached>>. I said sarcastically.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not lasciato, I have never been a coppia>> replied annoyed.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And chiami, How do you live under the same tetto, be of promesse, organize matrimonio?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;They were fantasies, assumptions, nothing concrete! I can hardly believe that you thought that those speeches were serious. And then "lived under the same roof", we rented two rooms in the same apartment. We were students, after graduation was only right that our ways part>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;L'anello engagement but l'avevi accettato!>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;L'ho brought a notte!>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Of course, because the morning after you've returned it to me. Did you pack your bags in hand, you said to me you would never have been happy and that he had wanderlust and search for true happiness. I have not even given a chance to talk and try to stop you. Did you run, that's the right word. Now at least be sincere , say that you have been afraid, and that your pursuit of happiness was an excuse>>. Nora jumped up, maybe I had hit a nerve, when pressed he did not know what to say.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here's to you you never talk. Damn, but why waste time arguing with you>> said in a voice shrill and now, red-faced, began to frantically press the emergency button of a lift. Increasingly nervous punched the keypad.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ahi>> exclaimed \u0026lt;\u0026lt;mi are cut , dannazione>>. The blood began to leave, her shirt is stained with red.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Aspetta me vedere>> I got up and took her hand.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not graffio, just here waiting for the hours you fascio>> I took my handkerchief, and wrapped it around his hand and tied tightly .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You'll see in a minute cease to bleed>>. I sat leaning his back against the wall of the elevator, Nora also dropped and stood by my side. I do not gave up his hand. Sitting in silence for breath from the discussion, we saw the flashing light of a lift then this went out and there was total darkness.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s over the emergency light and failed to turn generators. Here you make bad>> I said worried, but Nora did not listen to my words, he was thinking of something else .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You Remember when we were together?>> asked. His voice was now lying , maybe he was relaxing in her or something had changed.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;All, Nora , remember all of us. I remember when I saw for the first time. In the third year examination of information was common to our guidelines. I saw you sitting in the original file, close to the teacher, take notes and were concentrated. I do not find you. I was in the back row and spent plenty of time to fix them: I have not heard a word from the professor. It took some time because I had the courage to talk to you. Every time I turned around I saw you move or change direction, I thought you'd never agreed to go out with me>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you and I noticed that I could not wait to come and talk to me. I also went to talk to Mark, your friend then, I asked him if he knew your name and if you were interested in me. He replied that you were only interested in a wizards to revolutionize the computer>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco l'ha not ever tell me that you had talked to lui!>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I remember - I went on - like it was yesterday , our first kiss. At night, the sea, sitting on a bench. The full moon reflected on the ripples of the sea. I remember the lapping of the waves and the taste of salt that I was on the lips>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I felt my legs shaking and I had an upset stomach. Kissed well. Next to you I was not afraid of anything I felt safe, it was like being at home in a safe>> , interrupted Nora. He said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I liked the lunches you prepared, right? I was good at cooking. Now I have more time I have not stopped , or go to the restaurant or reheating something ready>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì ricordo, I was crazy about those pancakes , with pasta dishes and , especially loved your cakes mele> >. I stopped to talk and looked at her, but even if my eyes were accustomed to the darkness, I could not see anything, just a shadow. Stroked her face. I felt her face wet with tears.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why did you leave me? You were not happy with me? Now you really find happiness?>> I asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You were right, I was afraid. I did not know what happiness was, I thought it would be a very strong feeling and I did not feel inside of me. I was in India and Tibet, you know? I learned the techniques of meditation, various Gurus have taught me that it is the absence of feelings to create happiness. I deluded for a while 'time I believed. The first concern, or when things were not going well, could alienate my mind and my thoughts returned serene. That's what I thought happiness. By the time I realized the error but I had done. The absence of feelings is not happiness>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Allora what true happiness te, ora?>> I asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Happiness is love. Living in the simple little things, have passions, try the pain, if necessary. Give my best and act according to your conscience>> he said. I was the one to finish the sentence:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Viverre as a wild flower in autumn. Soon come the winter and the flower will be covered by snow, but until then the flower will brighten the eyes of the viewer with bright colors>>. I paused and then asked:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time you regret that scelta?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, and I would not have you never returned the ring and let>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not want riprovarci?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tu I ridaresti possibilità?> a>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In any time Nora>>.

My words were interrupted by the sound of a lift who resumed his race. The lights went on and since then me and my grandmother we never left.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;this is really your story Grandpa? Since then, you and Grandma have always been together?>> .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Always, but now it's time to sleep. Good night, my child>>.

END

The Japanese Woman Is Molested In A Train 2

Birthday Jo!

First

many greetings to Jo!! Do not know you personally but I was able to appreciate for your (always) wonderful work and make it clear that if I participate in this candy is just for the chance to get that beautiful card! Kisses

Install Slate Tile On Wallboard

BAR MARIO

"Mario prepare me a cup of coffee." How many times have I heard this phrase, millions. From tomorrow's enough! Finally I can sleep late, will no longer listen to this damn alarm clock at four o'clock in the morning. I can travel, see places where I've never been. Going to the cinema or restaurant. Yes, I have done well to accept the offer: no one will ever do a better proposal for my bar and then now I'm tired , it's time to enjoy life. Yet'll miss them all.

Di Giovanni, for example. Quest'ubriacone is already here waiting to open.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buona giornata, Mario>> greets me when I see drawled. It's not even stand, but would help to raise the gate and I have not yet figured out why he's doing: he wants to be good or want to be served as soon as possible?

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not yet gone to dormire?>> I ask.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mai went to bed before sette>> answer me \u0026lt;\u0026lt;The finer things in life happen to me notte, not want to lose meglio>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The solito?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Strong coffee. Sleep>>.

have known John for many years, was a good accountant, had a very good job in the bank. People would call him a decent man, then his wife left him - I was never told why, John never speaks of himself, all these things I have known by a Caritas volunteer who attended my bar - has started drinking, he lost his job. He now lives in the street, eat and dress in what he offers the soup kitchen. Never became a violent. Every now and then offers to get me some work. E 'in the leg, the money but spend it all on drink. For me it only takes a coffee, he knows he does not ever give alcohol. I hope that someday decides to quit drinking and remake a life, they deserve it.

I will miss the doctors and nurses who dismantle the night shift. They have faces drawn with fatigue, and unmade, often they are sad because they have seen a life extinguished, because of an accident , mostly. I understand that on the fly when it happens. They go without talking, sit down and ask me if I came pasta still warm, then order a cappuccino and begin to sip , but look only at the cup and shake their heads. Inwardly , wonder if they gave the maximum, if there was something else to groped. They know the answer but they continue to ask themselves that question.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;C'è been a lot of work this notte?>> I kindly ask you to Valerio . Valerio is the most senior surgeon. He knows that is not my curiosity, I ask because I understand that he needs to tell, to talk to someone, to hear that did the job well and should not be disappointed. He need to be told "thank you for what you do."

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A car against a pillar. The driver spun and hit a light pole in the middle. He was twenty and she was drunk. He was unhurt, the girl who died was sitting at his side. We tried to revive her but there was nothing to do>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;bad thing. It 's always sad to see a young man dying>>. Fortunately does not always go well. There are days when you are happy, then they talk and joke with each other, are satisfied with their job because they managed to save someone. In those moments I like to watch their faces , puts me buon'umore.

I will miss the pair of police officers, Andrew and Teresa, who make the rounds in this neighborhood. They love , everybody knows except their spouses. It 's always the case. It is secluded in some alley and then eat again. Do not judge them for that. They are good in their work. They put back on track so many poor fellows: Instead of arresting them for some theft, ask them to return the stolen goods. "Do not do it anymore. We keep an eye on the next and go in for both theft crimes "they said. They keep the promise. Always.

come here at seven o'clock Loredana Lory, as they call all the clients, my cashier. How many men did lose my head! gentle, affectionate, a little 'flirtatious but faithful to her husband. Some have done crazy things for her. I saw give her diamond rings the size of a hazelnut , but she always refused politely. We know do with people. Many customers I owe to her.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno Mario, what a beautiful day prospetta, vero?>> greets me Lory with its bright and cheerful voice, his delicate fragrance of rose, sandalwood and citrus.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello Lory. The wind blew all the clouds , it will be sunny and temperatures will be mild: finally a beautiful spring. Customers are waiting for you, for you are in the queue>>. I will miss not seeing her and not listen to it while telling his stories . I will miss his cheerfulness.

At this time the work is hectic: coffee long, narrow stained. Everybody their wishes: they do not want a simple espresso, ask for a coffee especially made for them. They want to be treated as individuals and not mere customers. They are happy when they realize that I know their names, their work, their interests. They smile when I find their usual custom ready .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno Avvocato, the solito?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Accountant , gym show its effects, he returned to form. Nice strong black coffee?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lady Rose, now her face is glowing, cappuccino with whipped cream as usual?>>.

are no unnecessary sentences, simple pretexts to satisfy customers. Expressions are essential to make them feel alive. A nice phrase, although we have heard repeated thousands of times, makes us happy. I do not know if they all come to take a coffee or just to feel good day.

They are not all happy in the early morning. For example, Valerio, the seventy years of age. E 'widowed recently. Not previously attended my bar, it was breakfast at home with his wife. Now he is alone and needs someone to talk to. It takes a coffee, then sits at a table in the back of the room and browse the newspaper. Few have the time to sit quietly and read the newspaper. They all hurry , have to run to work.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Aumenti, aumenti, just as we go on with our poor pensioni>> Valerio says. He expects an answer, my answer since I'm the only one who takes it into account.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;At the end we say enough. The business decreased visibly also save a lot on coffee>> humor him. Valerie is happy to find someone who thinks like him. Sorry I could not speak with Valerio increases and the crisis coming .

I did the right thing to sell the bar. I have several savings and with money from the sale will not have economic problems. Sure , I'll miss moments like this: a group of fans commenting on the match of the night before.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Offside! He was offside, he would have seen a child>>, Alberto yells, the Inter fan . Speak loudly and insulting the referee, we all are to hear, especially Henry, who is in silence because the game has not seen. She was in bed with Marina, the wife of Albert. Every time he plays Inter Alberto comes to the bar to watch the game with friends, Henry waits , then with the excuse that it must get up early, or that the wife is not well, greets and goes from Marina. Now the two do not even fix the next appointment, greet saying: "In the next game."

Fans, strange people. S'insultano friends who like kids. Some people skip breakfast in order not to be scoffed at by other fans when their team loses. As for noise, sometimes I want to shout: "Just stop it , I broke his head." Yet I will miss, no comment of a journalist is an opinion given by a fan on Monday morning with a cup of coffee in hand.

certainly remember with affection Paolo and Francesca, the university students. There they sat at opposite ends of the room. Francesca, blonde with green eyes, is sitting at the window and absorbed in thought. And 'strangely alone, it is usually surrounded by kids ready to ask her out to dinner, dancing. She politely refuses forever. Someone muttered that is a lesbian. Who said it does not know her, she just waits for that one proposal that would make it really happy.

Paul looks hard but lacks the courage to approach. Need little , Francesca does not wait for this. It 's a good guy Paul. One can see that he loves her seriously. Would be happy either. Maybe now I can do something for them .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Good morning, Miss Frances, this rose is for you! You see that guy sitting over there? And 'he who sent it. It would be nice to thank him. It 's a good guy, I know him well, with my head straight. You are majoring in engineering. In my opinion you will have many things in common>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Grazie Mario>> answer me, gets up and comes close to Paul. Thank you, shows up and sits down. Paul is a bit 'surprised he does not know what to say. He knows that it was not him to send her a rose but says nothing and takes the credit. She looks at me and understands everything, with my eyes thank you. They are now happy and so am I..

In the afternoon the work slows down and I can breathe. Two lines with Loredana:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stanca?>> , I ask you, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;What told you so funny Massimo?>> . I answered something funny, laugh together, eat a sandwich and then resume our work .

Enter the twins Mark and Valerie five years with from their mother Rosa. All hell broke loose: they run, they steal the toys, chase each other. Rosaria yells back:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Without children, do not touch anything! - Then goes and whispers - make me mad>. E 'tired to take them back, be careful of their every moment , to grow and educate them, but in the end is happy. I understand how the eyes sparkle. Rosaria sits down and orders a coffee, sip with his eyes fixed on those two frugoletti that run throughout the bar. I call them and offer him a candy. I thank you forever, now I know. When I see them go out and greet with their chubby little hands, my heart is enlarged, the energy return.

In the afternoon there came a couple, are not husband and wife tell by their attitude, she is well dressed and made up but keep at a distance. He is wearing a jacket and tie. Are mature but still young. We are just met and this is their first date. Thesis and are not yet at ease. I imagine that both have experienced other moments like this that never led to anything or ended with a disappointment. It 'hard to be open to the love of a certain age. The wounds of life remain in your heart.

Suddenly she smiles and that's always a positive sign, he gives her a gift, she discards it and find a book. The dough gently, reads the dedication that he wrote. She blushes, but like it. It 's time to go to their table and take orders.

After an hour they get up, he approaches the cashier and paid the bill. But this time she takes him by the hand. Maybe we can do it. It 'difficult. It happens rarely. But sometimes the case, Cupid, luck or call it what you like means that two people know something that will frame and connected life.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buonasera>> I say, then I add while on the door:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;L'amore is something stupenda>>. They turn and greet me, but they are both surprised to realize that the wish I made a very nice and appreciate it. Maybe tomorrow will be back together, who knows but I will not be here to watch.

The multinational that has made me the offer will transform the bar into a coffee shop, fashion and luxury, open at all hours of day and night. It will be run by kids hired on temporary contracts, with timetables absurd, without any rights. I knew nothing about how to make a coffee , will only push a button. Customers do not say "Mario prepare me a coffee along" but will say: "Give me five sugar-free." Nobody will be able to sit down, meet people and talk. They will have to order and then exit. From tomorrow the group of elders who play cards all afternoon will have to find another place to go.

are four of them, sitting on the table outside the bar on the main square of the country, playing for several hours: scopone science, I think. When passing someone, young or old, man or woman, look at him and then begin making comments. Rumors, rumors. Sometimes if you invent things from scratch. Often laugh and make jokes at the expense of some man or the fool betrayed the country. They have a good heart , though. I was amazed once when they learned that Marino had lost his job and he could not pay the last installment of the mortgage of the house. We have been busy. They made up a collection and raised enough money. All day up and down the country, from house to house, they have come a long way. They handed me the money collected. They knew that Marino would not accept money: too proud to do so. I had an excuse: I said he had won in a lottery organized in my bar. He was incredulous: "I have never participated," he said. "But you look at the log, seventy-seven number that corresponds to your name and then this is not your address and your phone number? Seventy-seven is your lucky number? You always say, "I answered. He accepted the money with difficulty, but that will not lose the house. Now he is back to work and to give thanks every day. "It 'was just luck," I say.

It 's time to close, there is nobody at the bar. Loredana closed and greeted me, we have not said anything. Down with the shutters and here John , the drunkard , ready to help.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Pronto to start living the notte?>> ask.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Pronti vivere> to> respond.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;a drink and then there are many people around, prostitutes, people sleepless. Friends, men like me. I am never alone>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No would be better to have a house and a bed to sleep?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not for me. Mario goodnight, see you tomorrow morning?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì John , reopen tomorrow at five in the point as bar, solito>>.

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