Espresso 823 "Arrow of the South" a cab compartment 7 Night of San Lorenzo (3p) Napoli - Catania (3p and last)
Pairs clubbers chatting clinging to the windows, their speeches are immediately taken away by the wind and not leaves none, as they had never been pronounced, yet they were certainly interesting to win the sleep and fatigue the trip, but there were certainly loose after breaking the barriers of conformity that had harnessed the early trading, but were certainly necessary, because no one wanted to make the point.
But for everything there is a time, even for those beautiful. Rocco, who is perhaps more aware of others in this tough law, is the first to make the point, not until you have inhaled one last gulp of air to fill the entire body of that smell. He has touched the lower berth, or rather the Lord has made with Alfio leaving kids the middle and upper berths.
Rocco takes off only contact lenses and hiking shoes, but it is as if isolated in another world where everything is blurred and confused, everything possible and ineffable. He likes this myopic vision when the lights spreads in the halo round and the edges fade away like a impressionist painting, where each image can have many translations and the colors seem more important. Yet, while patrolling the roof of the cab, his eyes seem to follow the flight of a fly accidentally, Rocco is planning the operation to correct nearsightedness, have given it to him for years, has always deferred, perhaps for fear of complications or perhaps not to miss that movie a free ride that sees every night before going to sleep, but now hath been convinced and will be the first thought lasik returned from holiday. Even
Alfio system as a tomb, yet he fully clothed, but, unlike Rocco, he hides under the sheets of paper. The boys still tinker and joking and laughing at the unusual situation, the females choose the bunks high and maybe you can dance more, but there is more air. Marco has already tried all the first adaptation of sheets, Michael decided that it will settle on the opposite to that of the Navy, then you can talk. The girls go to the toilet in the cabin and fall when all the boys are horizontal, Rocco, lulled by the motion of the train, it hovers in the space between the Earth and the world of dreams, at that moment that you would like to block, when the members seem untouchable and beyond our control and even thoughts seem to go their own way.
"I put my ladder?" Asks Michael. "But ... let's see ... maybe it is better," replied Marina flaky. Michael also is able to do practical things in the casino, and his familiarity with the scale is the same as that which exists between un'australopiteco and an elevator. Mark for easy on and off the central light and test those for the night. Michele is going to send him to hell, where can inadvertently set the scale by inserting the pins in the slots, as he said the controller. But here Alfio in an attempt to help him, with a shake-out is quick to pin those who found it so difficult to the appropriate forum. In two operations are progressing more slowly, and the fate probably offended, turn the other way. Alfie has to get back on the target system, the vertical scale and a lady pull the boy to see what he is doing.
Pure Rocco is plunged back to that magical place and gradually takes possession of his senses blurred. Now she is calm and Marina finally can attempting to climb. He still wore the white sheath dress and bare feet, but rises with the elegance of a zebra, the lawyer would say that playing the piano ... "Do not look at boys' owl the first steps in addressing the vamp. Alfio said nothing, but has never been so awake and alert, Rocco sees an elegant shape up toward the ceiling and imagine what might be seen or not seen, but you can imagine. With a final hop to the white silhouette disappears behind the axis of dark camp, and remains only a trail of perfume in the air and bouncing an echo in my ear, boys, Agazzi, magpies, Azzi, Means.
Francesca in the meantime must have been climbing for an alternative, because Rocco does not see other shadows rise, as the steam up. The light is still on, although each has taken place in their rooms and you could swear that to turn it off was not Marco.
are about two and there is no time except for a "Good night."
is the moment of deep breathing, the snoring, Russia, poor digestion, in other words all those noises suppressed during the day and of course ... the realm of dreams. In the dreams of Alfio
a wife who does not fuss and a mobile phone mute in those of Mark sea bathing, and jokes to do to the company, those of the Navy defense of a notorious criminal and a man with very special to divide the existence of those to be noticed by Marco Francesca or possibly by someone else just as nice, in those of the Neapolitan girl Michele and businesses Special Agent 007, in those of Rocco as a wire with a Marina and she will suffer.
is still dark when the train stops at Villa San Giovanni, after having spent time in Bagnara. Alfie has already bundle: hath been taken on foot on the ferry to save time and make the family happy. The boys got up shortly after and the girls are now in the bathroom, only Rocco is to be idle in the bunk. The night was short, cold, until he turned the air conditioning, hot then. Rocco feel a strong desire for a shower, but the dreams are over. He too got up reluctantly, fearing to hinder the operations of others and goes into the corridor where The camps are already up and many have followed the example of Alfio, the doors of the other cabins are closed. On the one hand the boys to the fold axes and to rearrange the seats, while the girls come back after the makeover. Rocco put on his glasses to see better and Marina gives him an inquisitive look, "Hello Rocco," "Hello Marina." They do not find other words, whereas the boys are already verbose and annoying maneuvers Francesca.
convoy maneuvers instead of proceeding expeditiously and in this brief is broken into three parts and boarded the ferry for the FS. Anybody looking for the controller, hopefully someone else can not find it. Then everyone must leave the carriages and move on the bridge.
in turmoil following the airline's cabin 7 flakes, which had already lost an item. Rocco turns around the ship like a hound, a little 'to stretch a bit' to see what it offers good the new day about to begin. They say that on these occasions we do meet interesting people ... this is the prof. Say hello to Rocco and he stops for a moment and gently asks how was your night deluxe cabin: everything seems fine. There are many tourists and many others back in the peninsula by ferry going in the opposite direction. The water is deep blue and intense, contrasting amazingly with the white-green froth created by the propeller and hull. The sky is fading and does not seem to promise a sunny day, the panorama of the Strait is fascinating, especially this time of day, the entrance to the port of Messina is like a beautiful film that always ends too soon.
It falls into the cars that were under cover and have missed this show. Rocco is displaced and remains the crowd to admire the horizon, along with two girls who had noticed the Bologna train station for their dress code and the strange way of doing, and now shamelessly kissing (as Marina would be glad to see them ... Rocco and how pleased she has not seen). From this view our dude gets sad omens on his vacation and rushed down sicula in the cabin.
The others are all already in their seats and welcome the proposal for a hearty breakfast. The bags are still full of surprises, croissants, biscuits, snacks, cornflakes, juice and tea in all varieties. Since the bottom of all stocks, the largest enterprise is to keep your eyes open. The sun low in the speaking part of the sea is reflected in the openings between the buildings and, intermittently, slams against the eyes of travelers, that raise the lids for a moment and then drive to forge strong as a nuisance.
To escape this torture Marina earns the corridor, with all the windows down, it seems the wind tunnel Ferrari, thin hair flying, fluttering the edges of the sheath, blinking between the lines of mascara and even more the flickering lights of the onlookers leaning against the dirty walls of the train. She bestrides a pair of glasses throttle to keep from crying as the train slows down, ruining the show. Rocco has decided that a little 'air will be good for him too, approaches the girl and insinuates its volume in the space vacated by her in the window, you can not not notice, but continued to gaze at the scenery with his chin resting hands, they cling to the edge of the window, his face in the direction of motion, her hair spun from the air that smells of earth and sea. Rocco also has to throw out head to avoid being stifled by those who know hair of sandalwood, the head turned looking where her nostrils to catch every morning fragrance, elbows touching hers, his mind seems as reset.
The volcano has a cone that you imagine a pity that the summit is hidden by mist and only sometimes seem to see the plume of smoke, but it could be a cloud drop too low. On the disc finally arrived accidentally reformatted one file: the recent Etna eruptions that threaten the villages clinging to the mountain.
The moment is about to open her mouth, she turns and looks at him as if he were surprised to find him there, a few inches, mouth open against the wind and those glasses as well as a doctor members of the little character, bursts out laughing loud, contagious anesthetic.
Rocco could not say if the words came out really died in the mouth or throat as a last breath from the whirlwind or dispersed before arriving at your destination. She laughed and put his arm on his head to gather the wild hair and he would cry, but smiles, laughs like an idiot. If you saw my friends ... I'm getting old reflects. No longer able to articulate words and even moving, would remain there forever clinging to that window, in that summer day, tons of sleep and wearing a hint of melancholy, next to the goddess who ride, who knows what's funny?
Only the outskirts of Catania with its awful stench lingering them away from the glass, they do together, as by tacit agreement. Michael reminded the group that the time for the bus is short and we must make a move, pull down your luggage and if they distribute the lightest (those containing the food) to the girls. Trill of mobile phones Marina. It is Pope, he wants to agree to collect it to the bus station, she says she is still in train (an hour late ...) and will call when it is finally sull'autocorriera, then switches the device to the brother.
Rocco does not hurry, it must pass two more hours at the station, helping others with their suitcases and then resumed the hand low profile Mr. Malaussene: decided to evacuate everyone will leave.
Can not find the sign, the card had fallen on the floor and do not remember anything of what he has read the day before, would be tempted to launch Pennac the window or give it to the girl, then remembers that must get to the bottom to understand something and that one could ask for an opinion.
pretends to read, actually follows the motion of the train, the slow and exhausting deceleration, buffeting cross-piercing contacts of the brake shoes on metal wheels, the inertia of the entire convoy to the final stop as if the trip was not long enough: I just uncheck the nine and seventeen hours to make seizure of the world.
greetings with the young people were dismissive: Michael and Francesca mention just a gesture with his head and immediately rushed into the corridor in search of tooth position, Mark is more expansive and almost comradely pat on the back with her, Marina surprising with a "Rocco ... I recommend you do the good." Between
Rocco thinks the other line at that moment, that sentence thrown out, then silence from him, still trapped by that disarming smile.
"God does not come down?" Toh ... who sees the controller. All eager to ask if there is any problem if something is wrong. How does Rocco have to figure out what's wrong with that speck? He tries, he spoke as if talking to himself, even with the help of gestures, but after him a hint of a bow and half minutes of attention back to state, "however, the race ends in Catania and the duty of the traveler time to prepare for get off at the station provided by the travel document and not to forget any baggage on train, the railways in fact not liable for packages left unattended. "
"OK, everything OK," reassured Rocco spreading his arms and getting up to take his bags.
The little man seems heartened by the cooperative attitudes of the traveler and walks away satisfied to two days of sacred rest.
On the platform of the first track is already a hot and Africa must go back to get to the station around the convoy, which in assembling and disassembling the car # 1 is back again last. The lobby is crowded with tourists and buses will pass by an enormous square paved with rippled the surface as a sea where float caps, cigarette butts, colored papers and piles of ash. But every shelter, shelf, cantilever shelf, cornice, vertical surface is covered by a veil of black ash that seems to be so much happened in a town in the Ruhr.
Rocco curses his obsession to bring the house back, but the bulky bag changed hands every twenty steps, then slipped into the station bar and finds nothing better than to combine an iced tea with pieces of crushed ice and lemon a kumquat stuffed with anchovies, and no, it will at the checkout counter, warning him of the unusual approach and he is too tired and too distracted to wonder of daring, even licks her fingers and sucking the glass the last drop of comfort. Rocco thinks, but he made me do? If one is in Sicily in August and then can not even complain about ... but it is too late and difficult to turn back, then you load the sack on his back and into the sea of \u200b\u200basphalt as if preparing to make a leap of faith.
