Put a Saturday night whatever you decide to go for a pizza with a friend friend of a friend and some never seen before. Do you expect the usual presentations. A vague sense of embarrassment waiting for it to break the ice. Chat quite formal. Some comments on the white pizza with zucchini flowers and anchovies (my favorite) and "bundle nutella" Teo, who is an amazing stuff.
Although I strove to provide the most accurate information and reference points unequivocally to the M. and the three strangers arrive at their destination with ease, remain a quarter of an hour off to wait in vain. I decided then to continue my waiting inside the room and take a seat at our table. They spend at least another ten minutes and, beyond the window, I see the M. which passes the restaurant without seeing the restaurant. Look up and shipped pace, you notice that their is a leader. E 'in the top of the little party that follows confident. Look straight ahead of him. I would not deviate in at least one eye on his right. I'm beginning to smanaccare in a vain attempt to capture their attention. After seeing it disappear along with his devoted following, I decided to run out and the group is already fifty yards away. I get to scream and jump and only then the four understand and come back. The laughs are on the best presentations, it will be hasty and informal. You sit at the table and he immediately "in vivo" with no preamble whatsoever. The C. Wire and tells me to sign the hospital tragicomic events that have just played a leading role because of an invasive ductal breast cancer. His dismay and a good deal, understandable, fifa is mixed with gaiety and underlying irony, as well as the tendency to play down everything through a vein of considerable cynicism. M, without even a shadow of hypocrisy, "puts in place" the crisis in his relationship with her boyfriend C., which is actually standing there and listening impassively as if it were unconnected with the facts. I understand the attitude, not at all responsive, disguised as a form of mortification. And then I realized, with the progress of the evening, which is exactly as you see, peaceful, and imperturbable ... or maybe a little lazy? This bliss I can see it in his face. Also in the somatic. Instinctively I associate with Cicciobello. Cicciobello "collects" which is a wonder. It might seem indifferent, if not for the loving gestures releasing more often than his partner who is putting, so to speak, a bit in the pillory. In all this, M. might seem a bit the harpy. In reality his heartfelt, excited, sometimes a little angry, outside, do nothing but express their desire stubborn, common to many women, to save his relationship at all costs and not to give evidence that man which is still in love simply will never change. Emerge one by one, life experiences, including the most wretched, and weaknesses of each. Are involved, in spite of myself, from the beginning by M., who in describe his difficult family situation (Cicciobello separately), for every tragedy evoked calls me into question "and then there can not speak of this Christ is also the best of me, because it happened too ..." "Christ is true? Do you know something, eh? Tell him a little ..." "The Cree understands me well because she too ...". The pizzeria
soon becomes the scene of a boisterous "psychotherapy" group. Between a laugh and the other eyes that moisten, a few tears and some other overt stealth.
soon becomes the scene of a boisterous "psychotherapy" group. Between a laugh and the other eyes that moisten, a few tears and some other overt stealth.
the time to say goodbye, apologizing to mention the four so a little humor to the evening "as" ... unconventional. But do not leave him no time. Satura to see how they always sweeten all tired of the pantomime in which everyone will pretend happy or balanced, and feeling like you assume you expect that you speak, or show off your interest in a person who does not actually have (if they did, they would know in the eyes, or at least , try looking in), for they know not to go beyond appearances, pretending to compare, simulate the fun and merriment that does not belong at all (and yes that makes me sad), I thanked them for the wonderful evening. And I think there again soon.
