After several centuries, I update the blog with a short story. The title describes the subject matter, then take it very lightly. Good reading.
On that spring morning, Michael and Alex were hanging out peacefully in the city park.
The girlfriend who did not and the university could wait. They had taken some hours of freedom and strangely they were doing the serious talk, or so they thought.
I just do not understand, he said, quite smitten Michael scienziologo conjugation, how do you people keep going in mechanical engineering. It is practically impossible to find someone to read books or is interested, even remotely, for something artistic, like theater or painting, whatever.
I hate the theater, "said Alessio Telegraph.
's see! It is an inconceivable thing!
Michele went on an imaginary pulpit opened the right arm to define the magnitude and magnificence of his argument, he scratched a pimple placed on his big nose and shot the pearl.
Theatre is one of the highest expressions of man!
What is the last book you read? Asked to look grim.
Lord of the Flies.
When you're done?
last week.
And the last but you've read?
Hmmm ... I do not remember. However, it is a matter of what one is more or less capable of doing. You do not solve what has to be a derivative?
Oh shit, there will be two years! But the point is not that. We are all able to read!
Come on, I told you, I know. Things I do not like the humanities, I have never liked. My fault, not the fault of professors who have made me the pleasure. But I have always felt comfortable with math.
A good thing for you. At least I do not shoot to zero on things humanities. Want to get the way we relate to the problems of a degree in philosophy than a surveyor? With all due respect to these criminals who are studying the best way to break down the houses.
Oh Christ, you're right. See also the difference in setting the discussion. Not necessarily have to see a comparison between a philosopher and someone else. Just look at those exit from high school!
Well, quiet!
braked Michele.
There is then to say that different skills are taught, not necessarily of lesser quality. It is not that all women who come out of the master or sociopsicopatologico of nymphomaniacs are perverted.
Oh no, unfortunately they are not, said Alex pretending to be dejected.
They exchanged a smile of complicity in the zozzeria just given birth.
But the thing that makes me more species, "said Michele, is the inability to" observe ".
Eh? He Alessio, with an eye on which was printed a beautiful question mark.
mean, stop a moment and look around ... People-watching.
Vecchio, you're delirious
Dai, Ale! Once you do not talk about beer, music and women thou hast thou also to break the balls. You're a pistol!
Go quiet, I was joking, go ahead. With a small shrug pointed laughter. Michael looked at him reproachfully.
The two stopped their walk.
It's that simple, "said Michael, you have to stop looking for more ground when walking. The two-euro coins are already all been collected.
Ok, so far there are.
Then, he began to look around and take a look around on the faces of the people.
This guy is crazy or stupid or is thought Alessio.
Do not look, I'm saying makes sense, damn it!
Alessio said nothing.
See that man with the raincoat, sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, there, near the couple's morosini olds.
Alex nodded.
Well, now tell me about this man.
Well, it seems to have an air of quiet.
all? Michael asked, looking amazed.
What can I say? It is an old guy who reads any newspaper in the park.
Try to go further, look at him well.
I swear I do not see anything wrong with that.
Not known for his tap the ground with his toe. You may be sick or just nervous about something. Note the eyes. I'm not relaxed and serene. Maybe he slept little, maybe has a cold or conjunctivitis. We are in spring, so it's easy to suffer from allergies. Or is nervous. Seeing the face she does with her mouth, to favor the latter hypothesis.
Ah! Alex exclaimed that he was understandably surprised and amused. He shook his head.
I think you are shooting a lot 'of shit.
can be, "said Michele. But somewhere behind that guy sitting on the bench could hide anyone. A secret agent, a dictator in exile, a failed businessman, a madman. Perhaps we'll never know.
Come on, old drill. Come on, it's late. On this tour I offer lunch
Alessio gave him a pat on the back to his friend.
more than willing to accept.
The two young men went on their way.
Meanwhile, the old man, looking annoyed, he folded the newspaper, rose from his bench, took a few steps and came close to the couple's morosini olds.
Sorry kids, but your silly talk I was very bored.
did not wait for the reply. From the inside pocket of the raincoat pulled out a nine millimeters and opened fire.
