dies in Zurich heat. I know that many people in front of this statement will stand sbellicando laughter, yet it is so. There are now more than two weeks that the column of the thermometer reaches and exceeds scoured the thirty degrees. Unbelievable. There are now more than two weeks myself, devoid of conditioner or fan easier - quite unnecessary, in general, in these parts-he goes to bed, hat and goggles, and then immersed in a bath sweat. An untenable situation: girls in skirts and thongs, people in shorts attached to bottles of ice water, overflowing swimming pool. He understood the government cantonaledella city, said the heat sultry illegal. So, two Saturdays ago a time, invoked the law, made landfall on the financial capital of Switzerland. have been about eight and a half. K. and I prepare to exit. The program includes pizza, beer, and then we'll see. We see the dark sky , leaden, that not bode well. Cade a few drops.
Me: "You say we should take the umbrella ?"
K: "I take risks. Then, if not, we just stay all night around the umbrella
Me: "You're right. Both are only two stops. Come on, come on, I'm starving! "
time two minutes, thunder and lightning and I finally understood the meaning of 'Flood' . I think the effect is similar to what you get by sitting beneath Niagara Falls. With Click to sprinter, we reach the door of a house repaired. Three other people besides us, we will find refuge. The intensity dell'acquazzone increases second by second, the wind as well. It rains inside the flower shop next door to us, dripping copiously from the roof over our heads.
K: "We hope to finish quickly"
Me: "Yes, yes, still, is a summer storm. Partly as for five minutes, then stops "
fact, forty minutes later we're still down there. Then, nature's fury subsides, slowly. Reach the pizza place. A few hours later
K. raise the white flag: the battle against the eyelid is waning irretrievably lost. L L & L - which, after dinner, had joined us to help us reach the only state that I truly recognized, the intoxicating - we go in the direction of Bar 3000, usual meeting place for night owls alcoholics and patrons club below rising to become a healthy smoked. I, modestly, I belong to both categories. Sitting the counter, start the usual infernal circle of Cuba libre. Do not ask me why, and for that, but ten minutes later conspired with a local boy , English parents, that we pull the piece of life. To be nice, is nice, but I think it will become my new best friend. Except for those five minutes of fame. In short, since we already give thou to the past as well to presentations.
"Hi, I'm Lorenzo
" Hi, I'm David "
He looks at us, pulls out a smile so big that it could fire a couple of pizzas and declares, somewhat cryptic:
" You are me "
Please?
"You and You David Lorenzo, you are me"
least once with acids you made the trip, saw the gnomes and talking with God incarnate in a jar of pickles. The question mark hovers over our eyes.
"My name is David and my surname is Lorenzo. I'm David Lawrence. You are me "
Intrigue unveiled. The discovery moves us to the point that we would be tempted to embrace, but we refrain for modesty. Speaking of this and that, we discover who is also married.
"Yes, but I'm not a priest," he says with a wink. And to think that for a moment the possibility we had flashed on his mind. In fact, a couple of hours later we see him go away hand in hand with a kind of table with a pair of boobs model hot air balloons . To celebrate the mass, I think.
evening ended, as usual, driving back home with elbows.
conclude the piece with a pearl in a rambling Freudian commentator CSR played live by The L & L during the Tour de France and I could not not mention " ambassador does not carry penalties." Poor bastard. Ambassador. Good week to all!
ps: next Monday public on the last post before my long awaited vacation. You can go to celebrate!
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