Of the last eight weeks I spent traveling six . London, Berlin, London, Interlaken, Milan, Berlin. Once the airport exercised a powerful influence on me. represented the desired holiday . adolescent memories tied to England . The discovery of the European capitals. The sea of \u200b\u200bGreece, ouzo, Israel with his moods, smells and tastes. And the girls, meet, cross or seplicemente dream. Until a few years ago, yet when I saw Milanese a plane fly over the sky, I thought of the lucky ones who, with their seatbelts fastened, abandoned, at least for a time, the burden of exhausting daily . And I envied them. I stood there with head held high, dreaming. In the meantime, dear one to Leopardi. Now, I can think of only one group of businessmen incravattati , sitting in place, mouth open, head lolling, the 24 hours under the seat and black trolley bag packed with a hundred Trolley other blacks, all the same. Welcome to the world of adults.
Thus, for a change, Tuesday I find myself Malpensa - I was in Milan for a fantastic weekend based on wisdom tooth extraction -, waiting to board the flight to Berlin. Flight of the nine and ten of evening, just in time to land, take a taxi, check in at the hotel and into bed. A marvel. However, dinner that includes salad and glass of red wine, seasoned with a salty account for more than thirty euro, which makes me realize that, perhaps, the wisdom tooth useful I would be back for a few days. Then wait. I dotard shouted news of gossip from a couple of TVs that nobody around me, listen. It seems that actress star in the movie. That other, however, do not think so. The dude has an ingrown nail: I regret that and I wonder how that could happen. A German-twenties, wearing little or nothing on, like the screams fishwives worse than thinking you're funny. Indeed it is, at least in my fantasy when a hundred pounds the anvil falls on his head , instantly transforming herself into the miniature scale in a forty. Given that the imagination can easily turn into reality, I buy two bream and sea bass. Five minutes before nine o'clock we embarked. place strictly on the corridor , so I can lengthen a leg and, if so, proceed to emptying the bladder without having to jump over inert bodies affected by fulminant narcolepsy. My neighbor, which separates me from a seat, is a rare ugliness. not think I've ever seen a woman so bad in my life . In fact, I do not think that there is a woman so ugly, and indeed perhaps even the effects of the anesthetic. Greets me, then looks out the window. Perhaps wants to commit suicide by setting his own reflection. After the usual pantomime safety, the plane takes off and the fifth gears. I admit, I never get used to it: every time my ass gets up from the ground, I always feel that amazing feeling of death imminent. Meanwhile, well-known movement to my left. Nearby stands shoes. The comfort comes first. The nearby takes off her stockings well. Let's get some air in the lower extremities, oxygenated toes. The neighbor took the socks, the tie between them and binds the improvised bandage on the eyes . MacGyver would never even comes close. In mid-trip I find that the Russian lying on two seats, mouth wide open in a botched imitation URL Munch, his head resting on my left leg and those fucking socks pregnant with germs and odors knotted around forever eyes. Oh, God, please, make me lose consciousness. Now! At this stage nothing short of horrifying ending, before landing, one of the hosts, which awakens the body snoring using, if I remember correctly, a defibrillator .
hour later, I turn out the light of the hotel room and I remember the close, the plane, and near the plane and I remember the flight back from Mykonos, 2001, when the girl sitting next to me, fresh from recent Nobel, he asked: "But aircraft using a runway to take off uphill? . Oh, sure ... Have a great week everyone!
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