Guido, along the same road.
Suddenly a strange noise.
a hole, I think.
few minutes later a car follows me. A guy approached me screaming.
Shit I've got something wrong, bloody hole, has smashed me something. The oil pan
minimum, I think.
berth as polite request.
is approaching a guy six feet tall who indignantly cries out against me.
" You took my car! Have not you noticed? "
Surprise.
off the car, look around.
I look at my car.
" really thought I had made a hole ."
The guy shows me his loss.
No, I fouled the fender.
The guy who checks everything is in place, it is.
Me and the guy checked my car.
As new, not even a scratch.
I wonder if I got really him or if I really got a hole.
better control.
I have a bruised side.
The guy raises his hands.
"I did not " adding with a slight sense of guilt.
" No, is that the port is full of pirates ." Comment.
I had parked in a harbor area, having to play a couple of chores.
Free Day, do not go to the office as a bargaining services for the month of October? The
there are 5, 8 there are ...
One of my bosses ignores me, I am another devoted his attention by adding " u t know what to expect .
Yes, I know what awaits me, I expect that if I give all my availability will be able to get me anything, talking about work. If
in October there will be a service cock is mine. If
in October there will be a low-paid service, will be mine.
If in October we will have to work 13 hours happen to me.
I sleep, at least I try, I broke his head.
the phone rings.
office, of course.
I do not know the phone is becoming a good habit. If I miss the morning within four walls can not find nice that the same minds that infest call me five hours later. There is no emergency now. For tomorrow, provided there is no catastrophe. Tomorrow, all at home.
Guilt business, combined with my sense of duty found themselves in front of the half collapse.
I feel like Pietà by Michelangelo.
I am the Madonna with the Christ in the arms and the Christ in the arms of Madonna.
Both too young for their roles.
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