In questi giorni ne sono successe di cotte e di crude. Spero di ricordarmele tutte nei giorni a venire in modo da potervele raccontare. Prima, però, vi devo proprio dire di oggi. Sapete bene che devo lasciare casa a brevissimo e quindi sono in piena ricerca. Me ne sono capitate di tutti i colori ma la speranza, si sa, è l’ultima a morire, il months and is about to end their lives under a bridge is not for me. Therefore, confident, even flip through newspapers, virtual or not, looking for a house.
After angry little man who treated me so abruptly, as we cross the gate of his house in the dark, I headed down a door and lit in a dark basement where he was waiting for me (come to me, is not it?) , there was a house with no bed and one with the virtual furniture in which the hostess said, "Imagine the kitchen here in wenge, here is a lovely leather sofa, etc.." (though they were virtual furniture, the nutshell should be real).
Today, however, believe that they have reached the apex of fetenzia. Even the appointment was unusual: instead of giving me the address of the home, she made an appointment in a public square where, he said, would be done and I would have shown the way ... mmm ... and he did not arrive in Piazza c 'is. 15 minutes after arriving on a black bike, dressed all in black, all decked out with lots of black backpack and that not even blacks anfibiacci Harley Davidson rallies are seen as exemplary. Oh well, I follow.
arrive and can not find the house key. Eventually opened the gate and says to me
"But thou shalt not go here, this is the official entry"
"Ah, Oh well ... " are very talkative when things came to my .
We go in front of me and I find a patch of garden (2000sqm tell him but he was un'emerita shit) full of garbage ... Bustone Oh well, I hope they take away ... ...
We go behind the house ... a pile of old shoes, a wheelbarrow to ground all rusty wire in the middle of the bushes and thickets in the middle of the garbage ... I pretend to nothing, even if I have to laugh.
Behind the house is the unofficial official, that it is up to me. The whole skinned door and shutters scorticciate not bode well. Open the door, I widened his eyes to the horror
Absolute horror
Dirt
"Sa is uninhabited for two years"
"I wonder why ..."
"Eh?"
"I mean that's great ... eh, strange that it has not taken anyone!" (in my head a chorus of "a buciardaaa)
was all upside down as if there were burglars, all dirt, without power so that you could not even turn on the light! Just to clean it all should enlist an army, nothing but rubbish in Naples!
The sofa was covered with a thick layer of dust, moisture mixed environment, had formed a foul-smelling sludge. Broken furniture stacked and made the gloomy environment. I went out hurriedly, I was laughing I'm not sure if the absurdity of the site or for a nervous breakdown. The ridge was when he said: "I would come here from time to time, just for a couple of hours ..." wink wink a pervert. Eccerto, we lack only a few ports that I bitch! Take care!
got in the car, the party was a whole!
And ja, mo'basta!
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