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tertile Woman: "Good to Mama ... you had breakfast? "
Me:" Yes, before leaving Rome. "
tertile Women:" Do not you want something? A bomb with the cream?? "
Me:" No mother ... thank you ... "Donna
tertile:" A maritozzi with cream? "
Me:" No mother ... thanks ... "
tertile Donna:" But have you wasted? Do you prefer a piece of hot pizza from the oven? "
Me:" Mom DIOM! No, I do not want anything ... I have not heard anything ... "
Women tertile:" And for lunch? Spaghetti with mussels and clams? Baked Stuffed Tomatoes? Two slices of swordfish? "

Rac No, hold on! Resist!

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I quote: "You're not as normal ... and not the steroids! "
When even your best friend tells you some things ... there is no hope ...

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Chapter Fourteen: Dagasarapana



are days of Mistral and the sea is often a forest impractical waves.
I find myself walking around ports, docks, deserted beaches at dusk. I find it a bit 'more time to write, I, who these days would do anything.

To make you quick: 18 I got where I needed to get and, as he said the anonymous comments in the friend, they have contacted me. you, that is. I have never yet had to do with anyone else, apart from Phoenix. I said to represent the Dead Poets, but when I asked her to tell me who they were and what they wanted (what they wanted from me , above), the answer was always the same.

"Do not ask. Look, listen, distract. When it's appropriate to talk and introduce yourself to others, you'll know"

seems a kind of test, I said.
it is, he answered her.

So we walk, we talk about trivial things and intimate as those known for some time. She is indeed much older than me, but seems to have crystallized over time. Not one more wrinkle in the time in which he played.
And when she smiles, I swear, his smile are all women I'll never have.

walk much on the beaches, as you saw in the previous chapter. At certain hours of the morning or evening, you find many deserted, with the wind that the sea spray in the face and vice versa. And when there is any other human being, Phoenix is \u200b\u200bfun to listen to the speeches.
read the comments of this blog, comments on them in turn. He tells me to greet you, Rabbi, and you wait for an old story remained dormant.
I, however, I can not help but notice that people who are writing here send messages more and more strange and disturbing, recently. As can exercise my oath in this regard, I assure you that's not me that I autospedisco threats and oracles. I know what you and, no, not that even I find it very reassuring.
But that's okay, very well indeed. One of the reasons I started writing, in addition to wanting to kill Michael Jackson (quiet, I have not forgotten) is scaring me a bit '.
I love having this kind of fear.

"What you were taught, for now, and Eco Queen?" I asked him one day Phoenix.
remain in difficulty. So many things, none. Everything was a bit 'too chaotic in recent times, including initiations, rites of Babel, eggregori Agents and Coherence.
"What do you teach me?" I ask you, so why turn over these questions is the best thing that I can when I do not know what else to say.

'll teach you that the stories do not come only from dreams, language and imagination. Born of fear, punches in the stomach, blind rage and poisoned apples. And what stories are powerful because they scream louder than others, you are attacking him and you are changed forever. Forever.

I do not really say. I think strong enough, though. And I smiled, as if he understood that I understood myself.

"Which one of your worst memories?", Then asks.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Why is it still a story. I want to see it as a story you would not want to remember"

We remain a bit 'in silence, the two of us.

"In the sea, my father and I, years ago, like you and me now. E 'was furious after an argument between my parents. I loved swimming, I love it even now. If I go into the water do not ever go out: there I lay down, we reach, but I enjoy swimming very badly. I drink and hug him, I do to lose my breath. It 's always been like this for me "
" Even then, the day that your quarrel? "
" Yes. My father took me to swim to distract me, but I had the stomach closed. I looked at the sea and suddenly felt a grudge against him, against my parents, against the place where I was, where I enjoyed until a few days before and I would have enjoyed the next day.
"My father asked me if I wanted to swim or play a bit '. I wanted to do, of course.

"But I kept looking at the sea with a stomach that was not even up and down as before now. And in the end I told my father not to"

am a little 'in silence. "Not a big deal, eh? Very trivial. I also told bad in a hurry. But I could not do it differently"
"Perhaps," she says, indecipherable.
do not know if it relates to the fact that it is not a great story that I told badly, I could not find a better suit, so to speak.

Nearby, a girl is watching us. E 'wearing a shirt transmitted, a pair of shorts, huge glasses, those seventies. For a moment
I'm pretty sure both my eggregore guardian, Allecto. But he has red hair, are blacks and smooth, and the face of one who is staring at you while you think fucking looking at?

whisper the phrase with which, in the stories from which she was born, always signed his letters . Exu Rei. So, just to be safe and a little 'for fun.

does not answer, his eyes once and I feel a bit 'sad.

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1. All the French living in Paris (Aside: the Loria is uninhabited).
2. The food, of course, are preserved in the melted butter.
3. In French, the incorrect pronunciation of an incomprehensible accent makes any word (Aside: the concept of context is an idiot invented by prof. During the Latin versions).
4. Dogs blacks at night they sleep in the middle of the road (Aside: if I drive).
5. South of the monsoons blow Orleans (Aside: August is the month of rain).
6. Versailles is twinned with Frittole.
7. "All directions " means "North".
8. "Other directions " means "North" (Aside: if you go south).
9. All roads emerge on the A10.
10. The jam is a dangerous detonator.

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first day in office after the holidays - lunch break.

Luke: "Ma ', come and have coffee?"
Me: "Late arrival at the point right now ... and I'll join you ..."
Luke: "What laws?"
Me: "What a question ... Leopardi ..."
Luke: "Oh mother! I never got that far ..."
Following extensive buffing to the family jewels.

has released a position in my company, please send resumes.

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Chapter thirteen: Gadanaracasata



you walking beside me, obscuring the very presence of sunset rehearsal of the six-thirty in the afternoon. Barefoot on the sand, is the living proof of what people are not careful never to anything.

Why, that's fine, you have not seen enough porn to be recognized, but only a couple of years ago was a continuum of television specials about people who swore to have seen her alive, people who are assured of having had an affair, people who guaranteed to be one of his few hidden child. Even as the battle is not just for the words of Echo, under the lines.
Phoenix .

Phoenix asks me: "You still scared?"
"Only the chatter of people," I reply. In one stretch of beach, I heard at least a mile out of place jokes about immigrants, illegal or not, and speeches that I would never have thought possible exist. Too much to caricature, from bad a bad picture story.

I breathed a sigh that sounds a bit 'strangled.

"It would be great here, if there were none. If someone had the idea to spray the area with nerve gas"
Phoenix nods. Make one of your smiles, angular and faceted. "Once, I spoke with your friend Regina .... It 'was the first to join the Dead Poets'
" E. ..? "
"And he was charming, no doubt. You'll be surprised if I told you how many people consider this. You know that many consider it the leader of all the storytellers Criminals?"


In fact, I am surprised only to a certain extent. I saw how the greeting on the day of my initiation. About amicably with those who respect and deference that same drowning in a hint of sarcasm. Whatever the reason, made it all a kind of homage.

"Fascinating, yes - Phoenix continues - but the flaw is to have a confidence a bit 'obtuse to other people. All"
"And do not you?"
"But look at them, Hanuman. Look at all of them. As you discuss how to sing gliel'hanno quell'ambulante? Of how we should shoot some people on the boats? O as it must bow down and lick the ground on which they walk their heads? Think about how the world would be if they had the power to make real the stories that dream? "

Seeking a contradiction, any object. Perhaps, at this moment I'm too tired to find a convincing. Even the sea seems to have had enough of useless talk, the complaints in the balance, the speeches from the market. I feel his stomach twist in several waves of disgust.
next to me, under an umbrella, someone talking about drugs. In terms that I leave to your imagination.

"People will not be trusted - she continues - Who is able to imagine a better life, to survive. ... The other well, beginning to think that might not be that of consistency, the enemies. The enemies they are. These you see around you, their spouses and children in tow. The enemies are the other ".

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Chapter Twelve: Lavaganasaradaba



He did not say much, since Hanuman has released.
Allecto He said his name. Called, to be called, does not really matter. Our real names are those that we choose, has heard some time ago.

(Hanuman sometimes think of taking it too literally, that phrase. It happens when he has to strive to get back to mind the real name)

Allecto is a prison. A prison.
The first times he spoke of Fortress Europe, a place believed to be Hanuman. Described it to him as a concentration camp, a small Guantanamo in which the enemy threw into the captured rebels. A place somewhere in Greece.
It took a lot 'of investigation, weeks of stalking and suspension of disbelief to get a better idea of \u200b\u200bhow things were. Fortress Europe was a prison for eggregori, imaginary creatures, characters in novels and memetic viruses posing a threat to the New World Order. A prison for ideas, which are destabilizing and fantasies made concrete by the collective are captured and confined.
But it is not a place.
It 's a person.
They sealed all the prisoners inside a real person, closing to turn in a maximum security facility on the outskirts of Athens.
Fortress Europe is the name by which the people of the New World Order calls Allecto.

When Hanuman has released, Allecto was possessed by a gang of forgotten gods and archetypes anarchists who pushed unsuccessfully to quit. Every now and then she was, sometimes something different. The character that has more often Exu, the trickster of Candomblé. When Exu arrives, forcing Allecto to harm, to injure and taste blood, sex and meat. Allecto loves him.

Hanuman has worked a lot to get over the trauma of post-implantation. Because, as he has understood, Allecto the feeling is that of drowning in a magma alien personality. As a tangle of characters on characters who speak through her body and gesturing through its members, to dissolve them. Allecto until no longer exists.
So every night she is forced to tell him something. A history, trivia, an episode of childhood. Something that has to do with her alone. Learn a lot: he also learns things that perhaps should not know, but does not mind. When it touches a raw nerve apologizes and does not dwell too much ... but we still need to continue to tell.
Until she starts to navigate all the parapersonalità that have driven into a strength. And do you remember a little 'more about what it means to be Allecto.

goes on like this, trying to get her to eat, keeping it firm during its crisis, improvising all the time. Because, shit, if there is one thing that has never had the slightest security, it is just taking care of others.
He tries to help her in return she gets help without a fuss. In a sense, you give a hand to each other. The teaches something. To shoot, to make explosives, to make an offer to the loa and invoke their aid. To make magic in a lethal way. He sees the mparare quickly, animated from a cold hatred and aware that sometimes scares him. A hatred that never explodes, but that takes planning and become good in what you do. The worst possible hate, for sure.

Hanuman often falls asleep next to her. He wakes up every now and then, suddenly, when his breathing becomes irregular. He curses because, he was sure, for sure something was wrong. Then she gets quiet and he calms down, goes back to sleep.

Now it is there, lying beside her. The hair she tickle on the cheek. Are red, an artificial red and very dark. The nose touches the neck. A nose is a bit 'in the air, sprinkled freckles. The breathing upon him, of a steady, slow. More peaceful than usual, and quite hot.
The curls up next. The leg touches the side, then rub on one of his. Allecto has long legs, thin but firm, with some very old scar that leaves a trail on the pale skin.
Hanuman holds its breath, instinctively.
Allecto's hand moves along the belly. It has slender fingers, read. Nails cut just because they do not get hurt during a crisis. Even the hands have a few scars. It seems to be everywhere. The fingers back, touch the beard of him, fiddling there, descend along the neck. They stop on the chest, caressing.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?, He thinks.

The move feels his head, bent over his chest. His lips just mentioned support a kiss on the mouth. They move on her nipples and kiss them too.
Darkness buys a gradient strange seems to have its own light, made up of breathing and movements in hushed silence.

Hanuman stiffens e. .. and do not know what to do.

"Hanuman", whispers Allecto, with the breath that has a little 'chocolate that he is eating when the stomach is made of ice and is unable to swallow another.
The chest beating with the rhythm of a jungle. The chest of both.
His hand claws back. Then, before she realizes, if he is tightening the other hand, small breasts pressed against his chest. The bites his neck slightly. The nails of her crawling slower against the spine.

The aroma of the strange taste of chocolate fills the mouth.

*

Once, Hanuman was the name of the protagonist of some of my stories. It was the character I play in a campaign of RPGs. Allecto if a friend of mine was invented : the story was a bit 'different from what I've told you now, but there were many points in common. Hanuman Allecto and were more or less a pair: planning acts of sabotage and shooting the bad guys. They were terrible and were amused to be such.

Now. I'm leaving, you know and you know what I'm going to do. The latest posts are scaring me to death, because - I do not know - who sent the message on what should happen, he shot a date that does not seem thrown in at random. And as to what was signed as Eco ... Well, recently I spoke with him. With the real one, that is. He says he never sent any comment.

I do not know what they want from me. What the fuck, are the newest.

So here's what I'm trying to do. I tried to create a eggregore. While there is some similarity between me and my character, get a new one that Hanuman was very close, it seemed the best idea. Allecto is not exactly as he had imagined my friend. It 's more ... mine, in a sense. There must be something about me, to give it life. And I apologize to those who digests little scenes like this: to give her a body, describing his first night with Hanuman seemed the right thing to do. Again, this is a more raconte my one thing that I wrote for four hands with my friend. Rework and rebound from a story between me and another person should help make Allecto a bit 'less fake.

Now, here's a favor I ask. Help me to give it body. Eco roughly explained to me that god, guardian angels and imaginary characters are mentioned in the same way as they are the same. This is to make concrete believing in their existence or at least not denying a priori. I do not know if it really works so: to me it seems too easy and in style Mary Poppins. I look and I say that with this speech, when you're a kid you should mention eggregori tape. Well, if one thinks of how many children are believed to have an invisible friend or a monster under the bed, maybe it makes sense.
But I repeat: I have no idea. I have no idea what we should do really. I can only imagine and write about it to bleed.
If everything works, I do not think that will manifest type appearance, mind you. Maybe it will be a girl like her, maybe someone that shares certain characteristics. Maybe some help simply to make more favorable coincidence. As I explained at the beginning, this kind of thing is a bit 'like men who drew prehistoric hunting scenes.

You see that is the very first time I do something, right? I fear that improvisation is the dish of the day. Maybe Allecto will not be as stable as Michael Jackson, but enough for me less, even that ... I do not know. Hey, Have you noticed how many times I'm repeating this do not know, lately?
Shit.

But it is a guarantee of protection, if it succeeds. If I go where you put really bad, I have a chance in a million that something like Allecto give me a hand.

Ok, if you start right away to get crazy, I assure you that we will not go very far.
And also that we must start somewhere too.

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Chapter eleven: Nasaradagamavata



First, thanks to friends and acquaintances for advice.
I've heard, really. Although many of you may doubt it, in reading the next lines.

I speak a bit 'of this story with Eco.
As the still little known (certainly less than the Queen, with whom I go for a walk on until after the initiation, more or less), I am more spontaneous discussion with him. Eco has always seemed to have the situation under control, everything is roughly manageable.
And, ladies and gentlemen, I do not need a course in psychology to understand that I have a fucking afraid, after what has happened.
I and Eco decides to choose another place instead of the bar who hangs out in Bologna. Need not be stated too, a quiet place and not too visible.

I explain the situation, with confidence that you break your neck just to know the existence of this blog. I tell him to hurry, a sleazy attempt to fast talking that goes something like: " equindinelblogincuiraccontoquestastoria ..." and immediately turns on the last post and the guests that have left me. Eco
remains impassive. I think those are his glasses to make it so. Do not suggest anything of the look.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
shrugged. I do not know, I would say. "I do not know."
nods, as if he expected an answer. Look ahead, and here where we are, the night sky is a web of lightning. It does not rain, though.
"Have you met a Consistency Agent. Do you think it could be them? ", He murmured at last.
" Boh, as far as I know, yes. Too. I know. What I saw was less human than one webcam. Staring at us all the time, seemed to lose every now and then stared at us again "
" It 's not because you saw. Much of the staff is blind. Only capture the imagination and those who produce interference. When you do not see or hear anything, it means that everything is fine "
" Then those who have cracked the blog can not be agents of Consistency, right? "
Step over the last, monstrous success of Echo, but to carve out a crucial piece tranquility.
He knew me a little smile, just to emphasize that it is never so easy. "First thing: not all those who work for consistency, are agents. Some do it in an unconscious way. Others are very common in humans. Others again were on our side, then change your mind"
"traitor?"
"They would tell you only that sees things from a more mature. There are more and more, as they pass the time. But before debunking the myth number two"
"What's that?"
"We are not two armies, all from a compact side of the forehead. As far as I know, these are written that you may share our every little idea and be crazy like horses. Maybe they want to kill them to prove some theory . Maybe you brainwashed, perhaps offer a cup of tea. Do not know a much about each other has always been our greatest weakness "

We remain a bit 'in silence. More lightning on the horizon, another promise of rain.

" Do you think they may know where I am or who I am? "
He frowns, in an expression that sounds almost amused. "It's not that keeping a low profile is your specialty, Hanuman. I told you a bunch of times that most of the things you do is dangerous. But take a monkey name also means thinking like a monkey, I guess ... "
" Oh, and just piss around with this history of the name "
" Why did you choose that? "
"It was my character in a role-playing game. And a few short stories. A magician terrorist, Hindu religion. ... Ok I know it's something stupid" Eco
but I do not look like something stupid. She looks at me with the air of one who has the ideas a little 'clearer about a couple of questions, of course, takes for himself.
There broods a bit more '. When he resumed speaking, the argument codenamed Hanuman is water under the bridge. "Regina would tell you to keep you away from them. Let you protect, until you give up"
"And you, you say?"
shakes his head. "Never mind, of what I say. what you want do?"

He gets a bit 'in the wind. Even a sickening stench, which runs through the fields around us. Fertilizer, probably ... shit but a nightmare primordial god, the smell does.
"I have a great fear, Eco. But I'm awfully curious"
"So what?"
"And then go really does seem absurd, but part of me would like. See the other point of view"
"Then do it"
The phrase is a bit 'in the air, before I realize what that means. "... Eh?"
Eco shrugs. "It seems to want to tell you something, right? If you do not speak with them, you never know what it is. Another point of view? Accept it even if she were giving me my worst enemy "
" Okay ... but it could be a trap. Should not this be the point in the dialogue when I say that? "Eco
nods, lighting a cigarette." Knowledge is always tied to the risks. "The tone in which he says has an indifferent tone, as if stating the obvious biggest in the world.

Then again raises his shoulders. "They are capable of all trust no one"


And then we come to us.
This guide is only one thing to say.
Okay. Meet me and let me see, Dead Poets Society.
to have much fear, I want to see.
I really want to see.

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this is not a chapter.

is a warning. for you and all who are reading

what they believe a story.

do not know us, hanuman.

we do.

we will observe for a while.

guess your password, your id, it was simple.

light and simple.

look at what you do, as you move, the name of your choice.

what you're getting and who you become.

We are not so different, you and us.

today the world will change.

what's going on at CERN is only the opening of a long game.

you play chess imagining stories behind your moves.

we imagine new pieces on the board.

the LHC is just the first step.

we will observe, hanuman.

not believe what you say.

you are lying.

not trust queen.

in another story, a more naive yourself has paid the consequences.

's what we have us

another point of view.

keep looking.

and when you want to know,

will extend a hand.

The Dead Poets Society.

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Cortisone is a hormone. It 'nice to her. The adrenal glands produce. In
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In this case, because among its properties there is to "depress" the immune system, I use it to calm my boiling spirits of antibodies (always there to attack vital organs). Silly!
Cortisone is powerful. Penetrates the cells. And 'one who goes straight to the source, to the DNA. Cortisone is a hard .
shame, though, causing some small inconsistency side effects.
I to say, I'm turning in Ursa Yogi (yes, Yogi Bear Hanna-Barbera).
Please, Yogi I like him ... with that nice big face full of hair, always looking to steal picnic baskets ... However ... I was wondering ... but a drug I can turn ... I know ... Angelina Jolie in it?

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Chapter ten. Ravadalamacanaxa



begins to follow as soon as we go down the train.
I do not notice it at first. E 'Queen to let me see, in the midst of a chat about our favorite games of all time ( Planescape Torment for me and for her Deus Ex).
He says: "Walk as if everything was going well," so, in the middle of the speech.


And before you understand what that should be fine, I hear footsteps behind me.
's not so much hear footsteps, you know: the train station in Rimini, in midsummer, is anything but an exceptional event. It 'clearly different from the others.
Hard, dry, rhythmic. It looks like the walk of someone accustomed for years to march in goose step and that efforts to hide it. Without success. Why does the goose step now flows from the heart to the legs to the brain, without restraint.

"Ok ...", I begin.
"No. There is nothing that is ok," she whispered quickly, spitting out the words so quickly that I can hardly hear them.
"But it is the stuff I did in the train?"
I am speaking with the voice lowered. I hate to speak with the voice lowered without realizing it. Usually means that there is no reason why it is doing. Just because you do so .
Queen shakes his head. "I do not know, it can be. For me, following us from before. I told you that, since he took thee started, they would have noticed you."


fast walk from the station, straight to straight, without stopping. We cross a road with red. A car blaring behind us and I for a moment I will put us under the impression that, just like that time I risked being hit by a teenager, and the box In Utero in his pocket and grabs me


Regina a hand. He began to walk faster.
also steps behind. Anyone who is chasing us, I can imagine that makes its way between people, jostling, standoci always behind. Not too close to us, as long as there are people. Enough to make his move when we find ourselves alone.

Something inside of me, it is safe. They
always their move when you're alone. I do not know why but I know it's true.


Next to us, they know of dilapidated houses. While Regina pulls me along the way, I see the changes from stores by rail, car cemetery, and iron, they become ugly houses. Then the bad old houses become homes. The old houses become the center of the city, a center that looks like a long corridor of asphalt, incredibly barren and desolate at this hour in which all are at sea.

I do not notice what I breath, until we stop to improvise a way to go. Right or left, heads or tails. Panting as one of those old dog with his tongue hanging out. I eyes wide open and I just want to run again.
Why the hell are so scared?

I for ...
"Do not look back - Regina says - I do not watch. Do not give him the very idea that we know what"
"I do not know what it is, Regina"
"Follow me, quick!"


I grab his hand again and pulls me right.

I'm a good, I do not face. You can always very easy to be good when you have a fucking fear.
"I do not imagine it. Image may give him power," she hisses.
"Eccheccazzo, then?"

Someone is watching us. A couple of old men who seem to know better about us, and they laugh and speak in dialect. A girl with a lock of hair colored electric blue shirt and a Death in Vegas. A father pushing a pram.
Why are they watching? What happens?

steps behind us, which continue at the same cadence, always the same distance, neither hurried nor more than tired.


"Presto!" Queen ago, his voice rears up and eyes wide open. He shakes my hand stronger. Begins to run again. I also start to run without a how or a why. We run as if it was going in our lives.

close my eyes.

I do not give a fuck about where we are going, I only care to know that there are going somewhere part. Queen pull me somewhere. To the left, in an alley. I think only

In an alley, as the worst film chase

and then take us, take us we split, we can not do as well

always is when you are alone, doing their move.

She is terrified, I too.
"We do not have much time"
"From what the hell are we running from?"


Inside the alley. Empty chairs in a little bar that is closing in summer, or more likely in closing round. A library in front of us.
Queen beckons me to wait near the window of the library, and protrudes from the entrance of the alley to check.

"It 's still a long way," he says. I wonder how he manages to be far away, because I have always felt attached to me, every moment, always walk behind her. I wonder in silence, because you know that is not right on our ribs I know quite reassuring.
And who am I to question that little 'safety with a question?

Christ what kind of thought patterns of shit, put me in a circle 'is everything.


"It 's an agent of Coherence"
"Coherence?"
She continues to throw an eye at the entrance of the alley. "Do you remember on the train, I wonder why reality does not change continuous, as a story convincing enough to do it? And 'because of them, those of Coherence "
" What the fuck are they? "
" I do not know. No one knows us. We only know that they exist. They wrote this world and its rules. And every time someone or something is about to change, they are to indicate the error and delete the narrative. Just as you would do when cable is an inconsistency in a story "

reclaim breath. I almost feel feverish.
" So they are ... uh ... our enemies? "
Queen nods." More or less, although it is not a question of enemies or friends. They do not consider us even exist until we do something that upsets the rules. I've said, are the gate of Word quarry away the pieces of a story wrong "
" So what? "
" We must act in a manner consistent , "she says, it melts the hair and making a false smile from the corner to ' more.

"EH?"

"If we act according to their mental outlook, will not be able to distinguish our presence in the midst of others, and we can sow them undisturbed until you return to the station"
"Yes, but how .. .
"Listen. I am black and you, every sentence you say, you emphasize that you know and you do not care. Because you are my friend even though I am black, ok? "
" What the crap is this? It 'obvious that ... "
" Do not matter what we consider obvious! You do not understand that the point is this? But you, without taking a look ... ok, you're gracilino, do not do sport ... write poems? "

" Uh ... sometimes "

" Excellent. You're my friend the poet who speaks only of poems. Are you in love with me, despite the fact that they are black, but I will not spare. Because I want a man handsome and confident, with a few crickets for the head. You speak only of poems "
" You're kidding, right? "
" No, and if anything you sound more ridiculous or wretched of this, use it. It is in our lives, Hanuman "We go out


.

's Almost crashing down and I wonder how people not to notice him, not at least look a bit 'weird. A man dressed as the most archetypal of Men in Black, in the afternoon, in one of the hottest summers you remember.
jacket long, closed. Buttons to the neck. Gloves. The only thing left is the face of discovery. Precisely because of this I am sure that is not true.
He stops, stares at us. He adjusted his glasses blacks.

But how pale? it seems that his body is made of paper, as it is white. One of those solid white, chalky, that you do not even see the veins.

Queen gives me a nudge, as we prepare to walk beside him. Increases a little 'up, put your foot on the sidewalk crowd as a model.
The man in black stares at us.
start the show.


"I do not think I could talk about these things with you." Oh, just beginning and I seem to be really a fool.
"Really?", Trilling her.
"Yes .. even if you're a woman, you can chat with you a lot of things!"
"Even with you - she says, and his mouth widens into a sad smile - Do not it always happens that someone not be problems because ... because ..."

let the sentence be suspended as a assists.

"Why are you of color?" I try very expression of limestone. And I can not help but look at him, an official who is staring at us. I wonder if he notices. That fixed, that is. I try to make my eyes do not hold too much about him, but it is almost impossible. There is a kind of fascination in the sheer artificiality, in those features proportionate and fake, in that perfect skin. Throughout his brief presence. Now it seems crazy
a camera. Move your gaze on me and Regina. First up for me and then at her, then back to me. The people there do not even notice. The suspicion that not even see it now is much stronger than before.

".. Yes - answer me while Regina - Normally, people are not going too talk to me. But you're different. You see that you are so sensitive"
not take it anymore.
"It 's because they are gay, we are always very sensitive," grin.


The man in black plant gaze on me.

"No jokes, you moron!" Hisses Regina, quickening his pace. The man in black comes with us, walking alongside, continuing to stare at me.
I try to correct. If I understand how they work these things must be the irony that triggered its alarm bell, not the sentence itself.
"I discovered to be gay when I write poems, chance, seriously.
The man in black shakes his head in a shot clock, to Regina.
"It must be hard for you. Being black, I understand what it means to be discriminated against"

We're not very far from the station. The man in black continues to move more and more like an old alarm clock, as a ruin technology. Now we are no longer the only ones who are setting. He looks around and my impression is that he is losing the signal.

I figure it's appropriate to make matters worse.


"Yet, looking at you, now I start to question everything. As you are of color, I try something for you"
The man in black, again, fixed on me. I have done something wrong again?
smiles. I did not think even they could do it. A dry smile, a hard line that looks like a scar.

"Oh ... we could not just be friends?" Regina responds with a masterpiece of torment on his face.



few minutes later, we're on the train back. The last measure of Regina has completely annihilated the agent's attention towards us. Despite this, we did not utter a word for half an hour, pretending to look out the window. Pretending at times to sleep.
Later, Eco tells me that the worst is their power: to frighten, scare you so that you could not talk more, to help you choose words carefully when I'm gone.

not good. I do not like, so I speak.


"I wonder what happens to those who are captured by them."
Regina sighs. "I do not know ... some say that there are secret concentration camps, where they are re-educated. Others think they are simply deleted "
"Delete?"
"Unsubscribe" she says. Unequivocal.
remain silent for a few minutes. "He looked at me, before losing the signal entirely. I swear I've even smile
" Maybe something you said he enjoyed it. Remember that point in the debate he did? "



"No", chin.