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Summer Youth 'Chapter 6

was the beginning of May, around five. I know because we went in a group home in the countryside of Antonella, another friend of Erika, to celebrate his birthday. It was expected that we stopped on Saturday and Sunday, complete with a visit to the wine fair in one country but not too close. I was invited to the last case, and that already put me on a war footing, pushing me to say that I would not have participated. But there was little to blame, since the fault was more anything else that I ever did see, and then I would certainly accept spent Sunday with Marta. My irritation did not survive and I decided to go with the others.

were three machines, nine or ten people in total. I would not have seemed much of a start, it was not for the two cases of beer prepared for the needs of the trip. It was a journey of just under an hour, stuff you do not joke about. We arrived with three bottles of drain-to-head.

The time of departure had been planned with care to be in place in time to spend the afternoon having lunch do not remember that day, see you in the house Antonella at eleven or so. That, knowing the company down there, I had already postponed to noon. Now when, punctually late, that the Swiss could adjust the clocks on our delays, Antonella put a cake in the oven, an hour of cooking on the whole acceptable, while others call it then starts immediately. I do not know how to explain, perhaps the fact that most of the others were still in a catatonic state for the previous night, maybe my watch was branded Ferrari, was three in the afternoon and we were in the car downstairs waiting for Antonella, I do not know or who or what. It was also memorable for our standard: five hours late on the actual departure theoretical, but eventually the engine roared to exotic beaches. A seventy kilometers away. Acceptable, I repeat, lunch blown apart, but the beer contains carbohydrates enough.

Which brings us to the country, after having lost a fair number of times. You can not be perfect. Immediately entranced by a comfortable house with a beautiful lawn in front, and here is a list of unbreakable rules dictated by the owner because the rules were so unbreakable, but no glass and crockery. We eat dinner after a patrol approximate and inspiring surroundings, and eat a little 'wine to prepare for the feast to come. Or should that be, because now we are preparing after eleven, not even to say come to the festival when almost everybody is going. But managed to get pasta and beans and wine, probably squeezed from the bottom of some barrel moldy, judging by the quality. Save the evening with tambourines, which are discrete players, even if our happiness is not shared much in a country where the rumble is the envy of the Scala in Milan. At two at home, even without the school, which limits our exits, but hunger and loneliness are the best. We eat our third dinner with plenty of additional consumption of wine before going to sleep. And despite the lack of girls find myself in bed with a man, although it is Mario, it means close bag to coat. E ' left too much wine for not wanting to be safe.

Early morning we wake up, at least me and Mario, or at least better than Mario, which is generous to wake up. The fumes of alcohol a few hours before they leave me uncertain on a vision that I had during the night, perhaps a failed joke or a dream of mine, but now I'm awake and I do not like wasting time. I find that in fact they are eleven and the sun beats down on the grass with an intensity enviable stuffing your sleeping bag and I find myself to cook on the grass, quickly joined by Miriam. Miriam is another friend, nice but maybe a bit 'strange, and because my character would be well inclined to mild be my friend, especially if she was gone, sleep emaciated that grips me hard fact is discouraged by his incredible noise, it goes round and round on his sleeping bag, I guess it is pink from the boredom that threatens to drive her wild. If before, seized with pity the merciful, not suppress me. But Mario also comes shortly before my execution, and somehow increase the noise in my Morpheus defeats staff. I resign myself to find a way to pass the hours waiting for the others are recovering from their lethargy.

Lunch somehow appears around three o'clock in the afternoon, when we all wake up and now, forget most of the rules the day before, we viveggiando throughout the house. News fresh sms reveal that others are coming soon, and the other includes a dozen friends, including Martha. I prepare the umpteenth episode of mutual disinterest without a lot of mental masturbation, and I feel ready until she arrives. Then the afternoon takes a strange turn.

I applaud to be a person of good manners, so when you get the hang of new friends to greet them all the necessary coldness. All the same, including Martha. Mica one can always carry a grudge. But I do not upset their arrival, so that does not interrupt for a second an interesting exercise that I invented to pass the time on the gravel of the courtyard, my being lying on the ground and imitation of the most spectacular shot in football, a backslash. All studied in great detail, because the court is narrow in a sandwich of house windows and parked cars.

Marta, meanwhile, ambush with Erika, spend time together as Siamese twins, but for some alchemy did not feel the need for scientifically-deductible, every time they meet, afforestation for a moment. They are preparing their plan of attack for the afternoon. Attack on those who do not is unknown, but this seems to me the most logic. When they come into our universe Marta lost the outer cover in favor of a black top, that even if he does not smagrisse certainly noticed. It is no secret that Florida is not the American peninsula, but every time makes her beautiful effect. The wide skirt wearing them should be spared the need to slip in, of course. I do not get distracted from my ignore, but now my game has come to bore me, and I switched to other activities.

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Youth' section 5 (2)

I must add that Martha, the night before, I had not seen the show, probably not informed that it was free, preferring that the embrace of Morpheus of my words.

But here is a quick draws. In fact he had spent most of the time necessary to reconstruct my number, giving me the opportunity to ask what he thought of my act. But when he returned the phone to ring I waited for the second ring. On occasion we should not show impatience. Again she was obviously, and trivially began the conversation. A conversation as I have almost never had. It was pleasant to say the least. Everything I did was to let the cynicism most of which I was able to soak the phone cord that united us, responding when more coldly and ironically I could to any claim. I have never felt more seconded by someone. My dog \u200b\u200bhad the misfortune of passing too close while talking, I was so cold that one leg was frozen. My mother put it in the oven to warm, and never saw him again. But the roast that night was really good. Suede, I said my mother, and I had to believe her, I had never tasted the chamois. But saving the gist of conversation at the end the result was simple: in one way or another I did not want to have anything to do with them, and were warmly invited to not be more alive to me. I left the phone and shut myself in the room, I finished the fuel to keep cold and aloof, now was the time of suffering.

are a type of speech, I will. If nothing else, outwardly proud to indecent levels, to the point that I cut off a hand to prove to someone that if I say something I do it. And this was my strength within eighteen months. Not very hard to admit that I suffered the separation, especially since after a year of hanging out with them I had to return to establish old relationships broken without too much hesitation. I did not know how to behave, because, to avoid unpleasant encounters, I had to widen the circle of people who no longer go to all the friends I had in common with the girls. To be honest, sometimes we went out again, with those friends, after the Sunday times that slowly thickens over time, but carefully avoided any occasion where I may encounter, and this sometimes happens if I stood on the sidelines and avoid having contact with anyone. I admit that this meant I was myself the first to suffer the private situation of the fun in their presence, but my pride was worth much more than an entertaining evening.

If nothing else, after treatment Ethyl I did, I got to let my body detox at least in part. That 's what my doctor says, at least, according to which everything that could have resulted in some drinking uncertainty in the operation of certain parts of my digestive system. I do not know what has been invented. But it's the same excuses that the State used against smokers to stop them. Must all be jealous because when it's up to me so I'll just, I know because I've heard from many smokers and alcoholics, and if what they say in so many can not be true. They are almost all dead, those many, it is true, and no old age, but at least we believed them.

However a year and a half passed without too many complications, at least not compared to what could have been. I had now gained the assurance of being selfless to renew a bond so old, and had rebuilt a particular love life outside the group that at least gave me some satisfaction. It was a matter of chance encounters with partners never fixed, with whom relations had in fact when we had nothing else to do. It just came out, we spoke even less, but there was no sex. Sex and occasionally end in itself, not be the best for a man, but it's better than nothing. And then I'm pretty sure I'm not made for a stable couple relationship, I am always tired too fast of a woman. But that's another story.

I said that a year and a half had passed by now. I shamelessly deceiving, trying every possible opportunity to see at least Martha but then ignore it as much as I could. He was a sadistic game with myself, but I think, on the other hand, I really only wanted it to her to reopen a dialogue. I constantly pretend to have an attitude of proud and haughty, and in particular led them not to speak to a kind of awe that gives it with my own attitude. Then when I found myself alone, I cried on the fear that in reality she does not care about me. I have not figured out how things actually were, but the wall was torn down, to my slight relief.

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Youth 'Chapter 5

Pass a respectable September, nights out, a few meetings convivial afternoon, resemble those of a cultural group, and I do the part of the profane more dedicated to the practice than their academic longings. History repeats itself, the school starts again, but now even they are old enough to license, and gradually enroll in driving school. Some friends have already given the exam, and at night it is easier to organize when they have some means of transporting things. Here the group clotting, before facing a new division, with the increase of school commitments. And not only.

Like everyone, even members of the group, growing, increasing their economic needs. Auto means gasoline, Smoke means cigarette packs, and be an adult means that parents expect from you a greater awareness with respect to family expenses. Here is everyone trying to land as may a few bucks, we are still in prehistoric times, even in the pre-Euro history, trying to camp in any job without too many commitments, but with even less time demands. Who does the job at the advertising offers from time to time, read the notices on shop signs, we write curriculum vitae; good even when these young people lost in the absence of values \u200b\u200bin a once successful, how did our parents, to give the ' impression of being interested in doing something important. We create smokescreens that the CIA would envy.

And now looming on the horizon, the first pseudo professional figures. God bless capitalism and Adam Smith, to venerate the United States bring themselves to apply it all to us. It is precisely the overseas chains to give more job opportunities to those who can not make a lot of hours, as they know how to adapt their needs to the flexibility of time, not bread and water. Mc Donald, somewhere secluded beach resort in Barbados is committed to give some money just Martha and Arianna, asking in exchange for some of the hours we devote to combing their hair flowing. Readily place is accepted, with such approval of a schedule compatible with the needs of schools. Study says Uncle Sam is good, so then you can do better helpers. The command posts, unfortunately, are already booked.

So their output will decline further. Work in the afternoon, evening hours to study, on weekends you retrieve what has been left behind during the week. Except on Saturday night, what is sacred.

One day, incipit purely formal, so incredibly unbearable days I have not experienced a lot, my parents leave. I do not remember where they went, but would return the next day. So I had to spend the Sabbath in the thinner solitude at home, and for a twenty-two is not a dream. In the afternoon I go out with Mario, a habit that if it was not yet entrenched it would soon become, and the late meeting the girls. Hello, how are you and later we have to work. Mario has to go to dinner at home, I offer to accompany them to work and pick it up, you can not afford to lose?

And so it was. With one exception. The McDonald's is inside a large shopping mall, and we do not even think to return to the boredom of an empty house. Thus passed the hours they devote to work through masses of windows and special offers, going from ice cream the "Ladies' Underwear" with a gap that puts a strain on my sense of reality. After eating a cone-flavored g-string and having touched the purchase of a PC with a cage of canaries in place of the hard disk, I realize that this is not the best place to me, so I fly into a library and I reassures listless reading some words of Stephen King. If he really wanted to be a horror writer, I thought, would have done better to have more experience in shopping malls.

time travel and the closing of the old girls going to wait on the terrace where they eat dinner. Time ten minutes, where the air fresh restore my limbs still remember to be on Earth, and they were joined by two trays with the same number of sealed containers of salad. To save my sanity I am comforted by the fact that the trays are governed by many pairs of hands attached themselves to my friends. Again, I avoided a straitjacket, I think with a sigh.

observation that, although the sandwiches should be developed to feed the greedy mouths of the bins in a corner of the parking spaces, employees are not given to eat for a value in excess of their meal ticket, not is stingy, not anything we derive the shareholders. It 'good that Mac Daddy is afraid that fat can weaken the health of people so devoted to the welfare of the company. And then we would not, in our city, the mice have to stick are forced to beg at traffic lights.

time to start eating, we reached a friend of the girls. Hello, it's all right, there he drove me home. Not bad as an idea. Let's go to the car, and I notice a faint surprise that, in spite of what had happened on the outward, not just the back seat is not distorted by any backside, but turning right I get caught by un'agorafobia daunting. Luckily a quick consultation had decreed as a meeting house of Ariadne on the outside we want to spy on the mica while in the shower with their parents who watch television in the kitchen!

I reach the place designated in advance sconfortevole, and with an equally sconfortevole spent waiting to hear the replacement driver and another friend who has joined us in the meantime I be informed of the new point of assembly. Needless to say, the school girls. But now I feel the absence of an anticoagulant in the blood, and in those cases nothing works well as a beer big. No longer surprised by the black hole that has formed in the meantime my car all around the driver's seat I am going to go first in front of the school, but there, not finding anyone, I go for a healthy early evening stop at the nearest bar. Less than five minutes and I'm back on the planned site of the meeting in good company. Dolce in an equivocal sense, the distillate of malt touches the competition for a coffee without sugar. Of the others, not even the shadow. May have been abducted by aliens, who died in a car accident or so probably somewhere else, there's certain is that there's only me. A shortage of ideas, and without the need to make them want to come, look. I have the beer and the car, paradise is just around the corner.

Things change, my mechanic says, pointing to a car shifting gears. And when the beer ends up in my elevator to heaven gives background and I find myself falling into the opposite direction. We still do not see anyone, and my phone is silent. Around the hope that it does not wish to send sms, knowing how much I hate them, it is now blurred, as it should have been supported by a phone call or visit for information from someone. He then decided to do my own thing, and with some doubt I go to another likely meeting point, where they find no one at all, otherwise it would be an unlikely point, anyway. I should have thought before you start the car. I'll be back before school, and I do the only thing I have left. I am in the place provided for the meeting. The others are disappeared. For some reason that is unclear to me I find myself having to do live. And I do, and how. With a text message, that even if I hate them, I developed an instinct to write that would be the envy of any stenographer. In one hundred and sixty characters, unique signature because I do not sign them, I make the effort to write, it's up to you to find out that I sent you I turn to some observations on the Ariadne approach to be taken to comply with the rules of social life, making them present in these situations which have not been fully respected by her and Martha, all seasoned with an unmistakable tone of contempt and violence that has had the effect. When I reach a few minutes later, I'm just in time for see the first and only channel the show of the evening, in which a word of contempt to individuals around me and at the end of which, with the absence of applause from an audience of more surprised that ecstatic, I remove the tents and head my bed, not without a bottle of wine of the bracket, not to lose the habit. Replicas on demand, the show is not recommended the presence of impressionable minors and individuals.

SMS This time I did not reach, or that day or the next morning. At lunchtime on Sunday, I reached a call. Answered my mother, Marta. Seraphic calmly grabs the phone and I put the original place. A little dramatic, as a gesture, I admit, but the effect has had on my self-esteem. Obviously I expect a new call attempt, and the rest in the area.

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Youth' Chapter 4

The only resent the following weekend. Or rather, I heard Julius, and Marta Arianna because I had not called out. Not having a car, usually asking me to pick it up. But not this Friday, so I had to call Julie. Meet in front of their school, as usual.

As I said, the situation did not present an appropriate balance, and it was obvious that sooner or later there would be a change. That evening, I learned from Erika, the her friends had gone out with other people. She was with Julie, and I was the prince of reggifiaccola. I would be king, but I was too modest.

The evening began like any other. Probably it was not just the three of us, I can not say for sure, but surely there was something to drink, so a bottle is opened and the other the long-running debate on what to do tonight. As if we really had some ideas to propose for the evening. But it was an inevitable rite, which inevitably leads to the same solution, but it was quite late, so the alcohol made it less obvious the fact of going in the same room. And in that particular Erika evening made it possible to receive SMS news of Martha. Vattelapesca were with, their classmate, and they would go somewhere to dance. Passed first to greet us. I do not know why.

expectations, the place where they were going to dance took shape, "we meet in a room just by him," Amen. They were not even got out, I just seemed a bad sign, and already could not stand the lack of education, that seemed like a real challenge. The evening turned bad.

the local were certainly more than just the three of us. I took my car, and when I drive I'm not much for Thin, I, even in the park. Starting after they were gone the anticipations of a few minutes and minutes that were translated in white hair on the heads of my passengers. We ordered drinks, we sat on the terrace. A terrace on a narrow city street crowded with cars of kids with the car radio at full blast trying to place their orridomobili in a few holes to go dancing. Recommend him. But we could see if they passed.

And they did. In the sense that they passed and greeted us. From inside the car. Have you ever seen a parade official? Here they are, inside the car to greet us. It would seem the shift of the President with the most boisterous parade ever as if they had not had a car. They parked in a hurry, we just drink when they came to greet the third, only two of them, Mr. ignorance was in a hurry to go dancing. Sometimes people can not wait to do anything stupid. At that time he found it empty, the track, but you would like to watch people looking at the empty track for a drink and spend twice what we were drinking out there, surrounded by an inferno of heat? The girls greet us, the others are lined up, we must reach them. At most we see ourselves in, kisses and hugs. A voice, physical contact was not in their religion.

Now, neither I nor Julius lacked some pride. We did not chase people to join, and we did not need. And that seemed like the evening in which we would follow other people to spend time with them. I had already planned to leave, and I hid. A brief discussion between Julie and Erika, the first one to share my idea, the second inclined to stay with friends. Yet another divorce between the two, at least predictable, and we go all three. The evening is saved, however, we are creative people, us.

It happened again, something like that. I do not remember if before or after that night, but I think one or two weeks later. The situation was similar, we meet at the school three of us, not without the proper supply of alcohol. I that we would meet the needs of alcohol in a small town, only three of us, if we had won what they drank.

News phone, go in that space in the center, in fact we are almost there, join us. In the car, I drive for a change. At least you get fast. A destination I have to pay a tint to both of my passengers, but we have no problem to park. Maybe the other cars to circulate in that area, but not us to park.

We are moving to the place, and we discover that they have not yet arrived. We began, before discovering that it is paid. Given our expenses for the drinks we had always Use sparingly in paying the inputs on the premises. Aspettiamole out. Aspettiamole. Aspettiamole. Well, maybe in the car, but because their phone is off, it is explained. Still waiting and waiting and waiting. When taking the half-hour of waiting we generally annoys the nervousness and salt. And we're not special. Julie and Erika, needless to say, spat. I invade the airwaves with messages that cost me several sessions in the confessional in the church, but they are not news and decisions. Spend more than an hour before my hand chooses to start somewhere and the car will take us, but now the romance is broken. Another evening pit.

The morning I wake up and they were joined by a text message. Difficult to write sms. But in less than one hundred and sixty characters, including signature, Arianna justifies his behavior and Martha, she blames me the fight between Julie and Erika and accuses me of hate them. It contains the signatures that are both. Perry Mason he would not escape as without legal counsel. Maybe for people like you in the process would not be in Italy late on roadmaps, but in advance of the complaints. I think good to give up the question, I do not want to get a bellyache useless. I'm a quiet guy, me.

May, June, July and August. The fracture is evident, and I can not see more for a while. There animosity between us. There just is not any more. Months spent hanging out with Julie, Erika and other friends, and rental costs to be somewhere that I can not remember. But nothing from the river that always flows in September brings up a new and old memories and new hopes come together to unite the destinies of a group that is now thought lost. By the end of the holidays once again begin to go out together, with the limitations and habits the year before. The only change of any value is that, now, are no longer a part-timer but a worker's entire account, with eight hours of business to be performed daily, and so much more to write off tiredness in the evening to find the will to exit. On the other hand the year spent hanging out with the same people has changed me, I was more aligned to them. I no longer feel the chasm between us a year ago, I no longer have the impression of being an intruder. Hooray, hang out with my friends.