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So April came and with it the first signs of a crack that would grow quickly. At first all of the friends of Erika, Marta Arianna and left us, but the peak occurred between April 18 and May 1.

remember that year fell on Easter Sunday, April 20. I remember it because it is closely related to me a date. There are few dates that a man must always remember their lives. The date of birth, that his first experience with a woman and that of his death. The date of the wedding, remember that if their wives, and their opportunity to accuse her husband of having again forgotten the most important anniversary we found the majority of marriages. A husband who takes his family must at least pretend not to remember what day he got married. However this is not what interests me. That date, I said, I remember it because it is closely related to my life. There I was born, and virginity already did not remember having ever had. So you just have to admit that it is the date for the first Once they are dead. And then the same girl killed me at least twice more, and even a cat would take this fact lightly.

months I was now interested in Martha, though not demonstrated, or so I thought. But it happened at that very weekend that the fact became official. I was home on leave from the Thursday before Easter to Easter Monday, I remember, and I did not know how much alcohol would have filled my days those. The fact is that the girls were on vacation, and that meant going out together every night. Of course, until two o'clock. I picked up the ball and not have to waste time on Wednesday evening I took one of those blows as a result of wine which promises to become a teetotaler would fill several editions of the Treccani. I was so collapsed on the back of the machine of Julius and nothing around me gave impulse to my sense organs, when I experienced a moment of madness consciousness. I realized that the void around me had taken human life forms, and hardly realized that the driver's seat was just Giulio, alongside Mark, a friend of ours, while leaning against the open door and chatted Erika Mario. I had not yet clarified how they could be out of the door, as I was sure that the cars themselves falling into an infinite abyss at breakneck speed, when I realized that Mario had to be reached by little, because not translated effortlessly some guttural sounds that emitted in a greeting. Then I flashed an idea, most absurd dream, and I realized that I had read his mind. Guys, I've never been very down to earth. But this time I almost scared myself. And him. I looked at him intently. He had to know, I was sure. So, again I can not explain why, I asked only one thing to say. There was only one thing I wanted him to say, and asked him to put it. Just like that they had a universe with countless galaxies, and not afraid to say that denials are endless as long as someone does not have counted, infinite stars in each of which gave rise to countless star systems. It was all in my head, at that time. The Earth, with its billions of human beings belong to me. All thoughts, dreams and actions that every human being was doing, everything was in my head at that time. Or he could be there. But my thoughts were turned to Martha. And I asked Mario to say what I was thinking. And out of nowhere I hear his voice flowing now very clear and free of the influences guttural than before, which proves to all those galaxies, all stars, planet Earth and mankind. Just what he had said, in spite of the theory of probability. Do you like Martha. I was incredulous. I jumped on the seat of Julius, background. Still have to pay the damage. And I come out of sprint car, hug him and tell him so, that was what I meant. Unbelievable. Then it turns out that Julie and Erika also suspected him, and a stray dog \u200b\u200bwho was passing in the street told me it was obvious before becoming a white and blue balloon, at which point the wine had sent me KO.

had started the weekend longest in history, and I had not started much. On Thursday the girls studied, and so on Friday. I tried to bring me up to date with the university, and carry around my car in his spare time in the evening we met and everything was normal. Until Sunday, when Julie shows up with an sms. I hate texting, only bring news that, for good as they are, are deprived of their value by having to be reported in one hundred and sixty characters. Signature included. I have no idea how to say something in one hundred and sixty characters, but I have developed a truly unique insight. I hate texting, but they are a phenomenon when it comes to send them, along with common abbreviations and all.

That day, however, sms, wants the article because it is a message, you know, I came from Julie, and I felt that was going out for a picnic with Erika and Martha. Now, my home away from home of Julius approximately ten minutes by car, and I had also changed, as I was returning from a wrestling match with blankets. The phone's ringing me had just woken up. But output was four, and I quite liked this idea after all. I will not give useful information to make me go to jail, but that day in seven minutes after receiving the message I was under the house of Julius. I imagine that any camera could photograph the remnants of my tires on the asphalt.

So come in the house of Jules, we jumped into his car and go in a meadow. Two football pitches, her dog that breaks, and sit on a tablecloth. Marta and the other between bites mumbles something incomprehensible about the study of history, and innocently ask her explanations. A normal person does not speak of studying history in a meadow with some friends. I ask if I had misheard. She looks at me and says he wants to take the stories with me, that slang Turin goes something like an invitation to a cultural exchange between their larynx, in favor of a melting pot of oral secretions.

At that point, a leaf falling from a tree you deafened with the noise. I assure you, the silence that fell between us was that it did not seem possible. Probably lasted less than a second, because Martha did not give notice of to have noticed, but in that short time the devil had dug a hole under me, and I would have dropped into my guardian angel if he had not blown up with a cylinder of helium, except then pierce with a needle and let me fly a thousand miles away, a reaction driven by the leakage of gas. At that moment I saw clearly a flying saucer that rotated in my direction, I was sliced \u200b\u200band threw me to the starting position. Beelzebub was gone, but Marta's eyes were still on me. And my Erika and Julie behind her. I managed to say something sensible in a timely manner because they do not suspect anything, and apparently I could, I tried also to explore the question, but she did die with the same naturalness with which she had given birth. It was definitely a sign of disinterest, and this time my disappointment went up so high that they remain stuck in the wings of a plane passing through. The precipitoplano pulled me up before slamming the wings to break free, and I fell backwards, lying in a coffin lowered into a pit underneath a plaque with my name on it. When this is so, you can not admit that you're dead. Rightly moved by my funeral Erika and Julie dragged us out of there, after giving their last respects to my body.

He had got wind of something, Marta, and nobody had said anything. But for the first time he had made a reference to the issue I most cared about, not realizing what it meant to me. Doubts assailed me, but all dreams were quickly gunned down talking to Erika. I did not have a lot more strength after.

Once again the public in late, this time for health problems. Excuse me.

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I should start by saying that, in addition to the three girls mentioned, there were at least three or four other friends who gravitated to our group. The accounts were soon made, and on average we were to leave me, Julie and a variable number of four to six girls, as if this were not enough, did not even have a driver's license. The cars that resulted in flooding, and often even in full auto. It happened to go out with the machine of Julius, who, having a van, he could afford to carry illegally, a passenger and five people in the trunk. The harsh winter in that situation we did not care, and the fun was only minimally diminished by the pain that caught the camping in the box at every jolt. But we could not hope for anything more, and it was fine.

arrived one evening to go out with my machine. It was yet another fight between Erik and Julius, who once again had finally left, making the presence of Julius incompatible with our evening. I whistled in my ears while I was going to take the other girls in front of their school, where we met regularly, still not fully aware of what would happen. Took one look and told me clearly that I was the only living being driven and they were six girls not to leave the street. There was enough to go home and cancel the evening, wanting to be strong enough. But I've always been a tender heart, and soon we were on our way to the local normal. I, of course, occupy a comfortable driving position with close I do not remember who had sacrificed itself to occupy the place of the co-pilot. The way I drive, that was not the passenger seat, mind you. Then, in the crowded interior mirror, five hours smiling faces for a few hours moaning jerk is that I wished I could avoid all of us end up in trouble or the nearest emergency room. The chaos was final, and the evening, a man of six ladies, does not have an easy life to save her. At two invariably all in bed, and the best memory of those hours is the beer I could drink.

With this state of imbalance, with many girls and only two men, it was clear that something should change. And you can not say that I did not try to do something to avoid collapse. Several times I invited friends to hang out with us, but never with much conviction. After all how many can say they come out in a women's group so closely? No, I thought proudly. And no I still but with sympathy. I studied the situation weekend after weekend, and it seemed increasingly clear that it would not last, despite my hopes.

Yesterday I did not have time to publish, I have now remedied. As mentioned above, however, the first gate post, the oldest of three weeks.

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I was saying that the girls had started to go to school, but this was already next to the fact that I had gone back to work. At the time I was as a laborer in the afternoon, trying to use the free time to pursue university studies. To be honest I do not agree that much in such activity, and again I declined embarrassing compliments the inherent difficulty of my choice, but the fact remained that even that little effort involved in the study that I took away the hours in the group undertook its cementation. This, I added a certain resistance to participate with all my strength to the joint activities put me in a disadvantage to others. And so, in a few weeks, which I had created complicity stranger, and which I had to face every time I went out with them. I did not ever account of how, among members of the group, were woven ties superior to simple friendship, and often I used to be taken by surprise by sudden intimacy between my friends, but I did not care that much, I just try to get around in, the rest would follow.

When the girls started school, however, two factors significantly altered: their evenings out were reduced to Friday and Saturday night, returning home at two at the most, while the afternoon is almost completely nullified; Meanwhile, a subtle but autumn was making room for the shoulder, and there was much to hope to run my afternoons carefree and fun.

It happened almost by chance I met Julius in the vicinity of the school attended by them and we decided together to make a detour, as that was roughly hour interval. I knew well that he was seeking employment, a euphemism rather common among those who had nothing to do their time, and that was his habit to visit Erika during the interval. The temptation was great, love it launched. I found myself skipping several hours of courses at university I commit to live these simple ten-minute interval with them, even were that the center of a balanced life. It was not, although I seemed so obvious fact.

was made. My life, now, was launched in the range of ten in the morning, the afternoon's work and various nights out. I have no illusions that part of that change was not due to some interest that matured in me against Martha, but I was not ready yet to make official that interest, not so much what occurred before it reached deep within me as if on the other side of sentimentofono there was something. Weekend after weekend I found myself increasingly linked to parties that I seldom meet but whose sole purpose was gratified by the presence of those girls with whom the passage of time. Evenings I would do well to study better. The pace was more or less constant, I received a phone call, I went to take Marta and Arianna, we met Julie and Erika and went to dance. Shall be recorded Marta at home and Arianna, and stay with Julie and Erika and their quarreling, and we passed the time waiting for the sun comes. Maybe playing tennis ball with someone who in the meantime we had achieved. Now unforgettable, those of soccer tennis.

came the winter and cold, and often quarrel between Julie and Erika made angry, and I continued to live with them the range of lessons, but persisted at the same time to miss the one that tied complicity in a group where, as in terms of time, I was one of the most present. Always felt something deeper I was unable to attend, something the lack of which made me feel a foreign audience. So night after night grew my own doubts, when it was clear that my interest was not that Martha mine. The winter was short in May, when he finally realized what I had sensed for some time now.