Slowly, then, were the holidays. I never could figure out how to do, but those bloody days the property had to be alive all year suddenly without giving me time to think about what to do and organize something. And so, also that year, in mid-July I saw at once that it had held no regard for August and that he was the only one without a goal. Just as it happened every year in July as the New Year's Eve. This fact was undeniably negative aspects, and I can not deny that there were occasions on which points to a likelihood of find myself having nothing to do immeasurable for days, but I knew with certainty that in the end I found the loophole last minute as always. Also that year a number of positive factors for me to change the program a friend of mine who had to fall back to a campsite where I aggregai willingly. Low fees, beautiful sea and three friends had a good view, and temporarily associai not fully coincide with the fact that in those days, Julius was camped right by the campsite; and not alone.
Still, after discovering this fact and to have known the company of Julius, there remains only marginally involved, limited to a few impromptu bonfire and a few words during some illegal but not very popular. My tent mates had their sights women in our camp and I adapted to this choice more than willingly, putting a minimum of energy so as not to ruin my vacation on the one hand, designed as a momentary relaxation from any type of stress the life of every day, but avoid turning into a tedious isolation.
The fact was that after that experience partially shared with the group without insistence seemed moderately invade the land in which I lived, I felt pushed, back home, trying to find out more about them. So I found myself going out with Julie and insistence with less than a dozen of people I saw in camp, establishing a friendship with them at various stages. The evenings, focusing on alcohol, marijuana and a fair use of many words more or less deep, and brought into oblivion even in August and the summer between output and the other was dying.
The school began and the girls, who by then had become three, returned to the benches. Were proliferated were became three. Erika, the girl of Julius, had become his girlfriend in an indefinite time and were based on the day and time friends, lovers or strangers. Marta's friend Erika who I met on the parade, with a beer in hand and few details of his appearance that I could really keep in mind. Arianna And finally, the encounter with which he had been one occasion that deserves to have a space all to itself.
I have already mentioned as the bonfires on the beach, which were daily, as to our lack of participation. But our goals led to a balanced lifestyle over a period of sunny day at the expense of that night in Morfeo slain tribal gurgling in the dark. It happened, however, that sometimes the fire come to life soon enough, or that we were still quite active, that we can live out at least the beginning. Even on those occasions the subjects were alcohol and cannabis, with the addition of rhythm of bongos which were easy to hold on me. Moreover I had always been drawn to the rhythm, and I was pleasantly introduced to these rituals.
was returning from one of these evenings, just as the beacon for others came alive, a figure that crossed directly if I had just forsaken Giulio. I was an uphill struggle against a veteran of the Jack Daniel, the final had to lay the hopes of seeing empty victory to the very bowels of my ability drinker, and I would have gladly traded my firstborn future with the halving of road that separated me from my tent. Least I wanted to talk to someone, let alone make new friends. Looking back probably would not have even been able to recognize my image in the mirror. But it did not matter, because before my eyes there was only one strip of shoreline that was my only hope of not losing their way home and a picture of my sleeping bag that opened in front of me and I devoured , image through which minute by minute I found the strength to carry the left foot back a little further the other, alternately frustrating the hopes of winning each leg over the other. Or those of the goddess on my mower.
was during this harrowing journey that at some point I had to revise my chance of survival, and for a moment I considered lost me. All of a sudden the shore had disappeared into the void, and darkness of the blackest total enveloped me. There was no more left, right, top bottom back and forth. Black only. I screamed, but the shots of the outstanding Mr. Daniel made her feel in my stomach and I took away most of my volitional faculties. Only after a pause of terror I found enough strength in me to turn around back and see the fire burning with joy. In the end I was not blind, and that was something. But I still did not know who had stolen the shore, and the place of my sleeping bag would soon be able to devour the bisontoiene. I would have cried if it were not for a voice behind me. Or better, behind me, yes, but in front of my toes, because I was still turned to the bonfire. I realized that it was hardly a female voice, and I guessed that the succession of syllables should be so familiar as the sound composition with which my mother had first identified anagrafe. The fact that it was my name at that moment I was rather obscure. With excruciating slowness barely grabbed two other names, including Giulio which was a clear reference tone was querulous and complement in place involving the bonfire. Nothing more I could do. I completed the quantity of fantasy, nitrite, a "yes" and like magic, the surf was again in front of me, and something unidentified receded behind me. I wanted to check, but you should never take chances with the bisontoiene, straight and pulled on my way. Suddenly, however, instead of my sleeping bag to devour me was my mother. I wondered if I should worry.
was, of course, Arianna, as later I found out through sub-urban legends that I caught by Julius. Apparently I remembered was not all that had happened that night, but I consoled myself knowing that no one knew how I had come in a tent, just as I did not know. And do not even know what had become of the bisontoiena. But my mother on the phone reassured me about the fact that he has never tried to eat me, and so the summer went on.
