Regina takes off his sandals and his feet bare on the seat in front of him.
'E' since I finished college who do not travel by train so much, "I say. Not that I mind. In the end, for a car that does not even know how to run it and has seen too many episodes of Lost to feel at ease during take-off, the old iron horse is the most friendly. And then as it does not seem like a comforting thing that makes choo-choo ?
My traveling companion is not exactly oozing security, though. The I glance in passing to the next places. It seems worried for a moment. Then, the expression returns the same as always curious and enthusiastic as a child of comic books.
"It 's the best place to gather stories, the train. Log in and whoever you want we can move as "
Two Mormons are down to a couple of seats behind us. We now recognize: white shirt, bible in his breast pocket, dark trousers, a tie unlikely.
" There was a time when they seemed to be everywhere, scattered like alien spores in Emilia Romagna. We stopped in pairs, and each time, at least one of Brother John was called "Queen
shakes his head, grinning." Brother John ... why is everyone called it, for you? "
" Well, John is a popular name in America. And they are not American or something? "
" Otherwise? "She asks with the same tone that has used before the Ritual of Babel. That's when you discard the obvious and rational to be told a completely neutral. My favorite claim.
"Otherwise there is an original Brother John, who use as a template. I held incommunicado in secret Mormoland and cloned repetition"
Queen nods convinced, with the grin that has become a delighted smile. "Yes!" Or ... or wait, maybe instead of Brother John is an honorary secret, handed down from father to son, or only to the most worthy ... " There
the sneer in his eyes a little 'stunned the Mormons, who did not understand what we're saying, but there lay with the instinctive awareness that we not laugh with them, but of them.
"The fact is - includes a Queen, a bit 'more serious - that really could be. Each story is true, if the accounts so that enough people with you, believe that it is"
"I guess that's true you do not intend a simple more convincing, right? "
"No, I mean real. If a good chunk of people in the world was deeply convinced that Brother John is a clone, Brother John would really a clone"
"You mean it would become?"
"No, it would always be. His life would be rewritten from the ground up. Our power, the power to change the world with the stories, this is all about "
We stop. The voice of the speakers in perfect inflection Romagna trascica the station name. Castel Bolognese, Bolognese Caaaastel station. Someone on the quay, watching the train with air displaced . An unbearable smell of shit in the air.
"Yes, but that's not how things go. Like this, the world would be ... how did you say? rewritten at any time "
I regret it five seconds later, averglielo said. Again, I look to shoot in every direction possible, pressed against the seat. The legs, stretched out on the chair in front stiffen and tense , were not traversed by a sudden shock.seems scared, and most are trying not to show it, most can very well make you shit on me. In the climate of paranoia in which we sink suddenly, it seems impossible to see us laugh until just moments ago. Now the atmosphere is pure MY GOD THEY ARE FOLLOWING ... which is nice when you see her in a movie or I'll tell, really.
"we'll talk about another time," curtly Regina
"Look, we can not talk now, instead?"
shakes his head. "No, I can not. You must realize that when you're ... you're one of us , you also become a visible target for some people. And there's too many people, to be sure that one of them is incognito "
The too many people is summed up in two of us, the Mormons, a Rom asleep and a guy who reads a bet Dampyr .
" Maddai "
I get up, I'm going to put close to the Mormons. Regina looks at me, without the slightest idea what I'm doing. Neither do I know. Suddenly I feel elated and out like an ass. I feel something inside me that just wants to have fun, laugh fangs bared, and that suggests to me quite strange ideas to do it. I'm pretty damn high on and I know that there is a way, a great way to see if Regina is right about the power of stories.
"Hey but you are Mormons! "
look at me like I was drunk. One even answer me. The more I studied it carefully and nods. Regina continues to stare, planting nails into the armrest of the chair, and yet there remain sitting where it is.
"What's your name?"
"Brother Greg," bonfonchia one of the two who did not answer before.
"Brother John," says another. I turn to Regina with a grin as big as a house, and sees it as still tense, she burst out in laughter involuntary.
Brother John is low and minutes, blonde hair-cut and pale blue tie. Something about him reminds me of a cosplayer could hurt Michael J. Fox, in one of those film about yuppie. Brother of Greg, let me slide on the image without taking the trouble to remember. In my skin is pretty ass.
's understandable, distrust does not loosen even a bit'. Accustomed as they are to stop people on the street and being told I have no time in all world languages, including Klingon, the fact that someone will come in the mood to attack button is not very credible.
"You ... uh, what's your name?" Asked Brother John. Brother Greg is disgusted. But I wonder if this story to tell stories and make them come true, functions, even if it is all over the world to believe, but only a couple of people with great intensity.
I'm about to find out.
"I have many names," I say with a dramatic tone.
"Eh?", Is Brother John, blinking. Greg also seems to awaken from its lethargic state of hatred towards me.
I toss in a smile that should sound mysterious. I do not know what they are convincing. Just do not think, let me be able to smile that way.
"Come on. You know me well. Sometimes I have spoken to me, otherwise I would feel disappointed. The rebel of the family ..."
"Sorry, I do not understand"
"You know what I'm saying, Johnny"
are bad. Now, a small part of me knows all too well that I'm making it ridiculous. Another simply do not think . Sa that the end is not so impossible.
"Funny yes, but not impossible. Oh, yeah ... I also doubt that a catechism you have never warned of the possibility of being on a train to Ancona"
Greg whispers something in English to John, laughing and looking as the attraction of the afternoon. Even John, for heaven's sake, but there is a different reflection in her eyes. The shadow of a possibility, one that whispers a faint why not as long as you want, but existing.
I cling with all my strength.
"We already know, Johnny.'m There with you when you feel a bit 'too quiet for your prayers. When she left you and do not able to find a reason. When everything went according to the will of the Lord, and you have not found the right. And if you do not feel the smell of sulfur or see me with his paws off the goat, it's just because ... "
" Excuse me, sir. "
I look up. The controller, on top of me, takes away any credibility to the scene.
He fumbled in his pocket and handed him the ticket, while trying to shake off an unpleasant feeling, a cocktail of shame and something more dense but less definable. Brother John shakes. avoid staring us to censor each other. Neither of them say anything to another, and I'm going back to my seat just in front of the Queen.
"You're an idiot" she says.
"I wanted to see what was happening, that's all"
"What did you want to happen? What we believe your stories to one person, it does not matter so much"
I lean towards her and my smile is the same as he addressed the Devil a brother John. "Are you sure it's all about numbers?"
He looks down, but it never completely detached from my eyes. I think that, simply, is accustomed to never take. "What have you heard while you were doing?"
"Bah, nothing that"
"Nothing at all?", She does, with a hint of disappointment.
not true. Or maybe it is. It depends on how many are willing to give meaning to the word suggestion: there was a great relief when I stopped, yes. Because the feeling I had, nothing better for a moment was to ...
"... I could not stop. That, though it was a game, the only was to go to the end, always until the end."
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