pick up where I had left. The great black hole Amber , part two. say that we continued to drink , disregarding the laws of human physiology that they would like, speaking of fluids in the body the amount of blood was higher than that of alcohol. Yet eyewitnesses swear they have seen us go back and forth to the counter holding glasses that certainly did not contain only coca cola. They say that we entertained amiable conversations with nice ladies . They say. If only I remembered something. They say that the entry of Zukuft we believe many nice ladies who were leaving home to get back on track, and dance with us. They say that these ladies were more than just pretty normal, and that after a while ', as we travel on the Shuttle toward unknown galaxies , has surrendered before the evidence and have taken the way out. They say that even there, the toasts are not missed. They say a lot of things, but the truth is that I really I can not remember anything. I do not know how and when it returned home. I just know that I came out of coma about two , when I woke up with my head was shattered, and after vegetated for over an hour, I had to use two for a stroll on Zurich to let me pass that feeling death that I stirred the mind and stomach. Finished? Not at all, realize that this is the last night of The Journal of L & L Italian in Zurich with permission from B. The appointment is at 11 to Talacker , a kind of radical chic bar where you can drink a liter jugs of beer and observed that local wildlife does not dance to the music put on by DJ magnificence on the sofas. Thanks to the U2 concert , which has blocked all through transformations in saunas on rails, I have to do it all the way on foot. I take the microphone, I thank the fans and curse for the remaining fifteen minutes. At Talacker is the group back together. K, tornatosene in Milan - and I have crossed in the afternoon, in desperate conditions, down the stairs and prayed God to grant him the strength to get to the station - is replaced by M, a friend of L of L & L, the other away in the Swiss town for reasons linked to the heart. Or something located below. L L & L immediately puts her hands on:
"Boys, up to half past midnight I'm going home"
General laughter.
"No, I mean"
three of us, in greek chorus: "Excuse me?"
"I have yet to finish the case"
"And then?"
"And then I have to put in place apartment, bureaucratic fix some things, save the world and calibrate my powers of super hero "
A little 'hazy. We annuiamo and five minutes after we sat next to the entrance with a jug one liter of beer in front of us . The lights are lowered, the performance starts. The jury Italy, thanks to modern technology - mobile phones - and not judge the pretty girls go by. 5. 7 +. 3, we have not. 8 / 9, general ovation. Do not even realize we are running out and the second jug. I nonetheless to the music, at least how can someone squirm slumped in a chair. I'm a hamster on his wheel. The other three are infected and appreciate movements of my seizures. Some young lady is carried away - our - warm smiles and sketches, while the group of sphinxes Swiss observing the scene and, as usual, if they remain motionless, mummified, trusting in their enigmatic charisma. Hopeless. Time to change air. Valman? It is Valman . L L & L has no objection and, although it has already come home now, still gives us the honor of his presence, sacrificing valuable time to fold pants and socks. But you know, life is not a playground and requires sacrifice. So, let's take the pulse of the situation. What key I and which belongs to a blonde in leather pants I do vertically or swirl is not bad. The maiden would like to know more about the swivel but is ephemeral and does not grant exceptions to anyone. Maybe later, we must first exhaust the stocks of the rotors with alcohol and applied surgical method until it begins to rotate the venue. We throw ourselves into the fray and open dancing. An aesthetically attractive Japan is divided between two young and fearless, infilatasi wearing a caving helmet, explores the oral cavity . Squinzi of Zurich and wink sculettano well, exacerbating the more prosaic side of me: if I could, I'd put on all fours and begin to howl at the moon . Not that she did not. When the tension becomes unbearable, you have to take a radical decision. Zukunft. L L & L, however, there is.
"I'm going home"
was a person like any other, we could take it in words, but with him the Lorenzo is around the corner. The corner where the taxi left us, all four, and where we set out to achieve our sanctuary. The entrance there they do sweat a bit, 'but we sweat so much alcohol and it makes us just that good. we are greeted at the rate of Balkan music that will accompany us throughout the night. Not impossible being dragged. Thirty minutes of dance that intensity - that I dance, ignoring the ground, halfway between the klezmer and ska - reduce me to a sponge soaked in sweat. Good thing you can do to counter rifornimeto of energy. Another thirty minutes and we are forced to take a break. We, to health, we care. We climb to the fumatoio Zukunft , where we ordered a few drinks. The waitress looks at us in amazement, because he can not understand where is the other seventy people with whom, of course, we should be leaving tonight. Mystery. It will discuss in the next episode of Voyager. The lights are lowered, the performance starts. The second. M, we had lost, again between us, but it is officially lost, and now incapable of consent , holding a glass of rum and coke only to give themselves airs. Destroyed, a whisper, "I hurt your feet." I feet hurt?! There a reason and we start again with the spread of the virus of baby walkers: drain the undrinkable and do the unthinkable. For the Swiss. Exhausted circus numbers, get back on track. When you step in, I am faced with a sinuous be long-haired blonde and I say to avoid misunderstandings, it is K, this time long ago in bed in Milan. The occasion is tasty, and the grab I can now rotate around its axis , causing a deviation of the orbit hormone exert a devastating effect. After having introduced the L & L, that reserve the same shock therapy, the empathic girl, possessed by evil spirits, kidnaps me for an hour, while giving me proof of the existence of a divine justice and my transformation oject in man in the sense that, once stufatasi the situation, or I-throws - as Heidegger would say, or cast-in the world - and leaves, leaving me with a sense of unfinished struggling to vanish. But there's more, the best is yet to Come. The evil mind of L & L, always in turmoil despite the wait to put on underwear and socks in a suitcase, he hatches a plot of his own. Armed with his inseparable drink, shoot as Bolt, passes under a bar that serves only as a graveyard of empty glasses, and then flows of angel flying over the banquettes . The other L L & L takes up the challenge but it's better : once passed under the counter, dipping into the perfect flight of an angel and violently throws the glass in his hands, the glass that goes crashing against the wall, producing the classic effect Pollock. There is no two without three, however, did not say at random. Snort from his nostrils and I'm ready all'incornata final aga David! take a run and not even shed a single drop of my inseparable cuba libre, step under the bar, point and left the girl sitting alone who is innocently sipping your cocktail and
... "Cheers!" I turn
and I am willing to even go back as if nothing had happened if the girl does not start a conversation. Being very pretty, I decided that after all it's worth getting to know and chat with the babe. After about a minute my ego completely fills the room. After two minutes, is now reduced from friends while they are there I speak, I come away from the two weight L L & L that, taking the arm from side to side, me carrying on the opposite side of the room screaming warriors accompanying herself while she stares at us shocked and I move the legs dangling. There are two big bastards, but they made me laugh and so lose them. After something like that, nothing is as it was before, like when you switch suddenly from adolescence to adulthood. Like when you go from diapers to the toilet pot and then regresses back to the diaper. Like when you stay glued to the TV to look good on Sunday. In short, it's time to go home. Kisses, hugs and another day is about to begin. Good night.
The next day takes me two hours of cycling to recover. Lost in some village of the living dead, limped off with his tongue. And I think. I think the Zukunft, in the sense of the future. My. And life. So I understand. Life is like a bicycle. No matter what pedals and if the road is uphill or downhill. No, what matters is how many fucking cuba libre you drank the night before, and always one too many , understand? I do not, so I do not wish you a good week, hello!
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