Friday evening arrival in the home of James. I left home in a hurry. I do not remember what his bell, where I play. James is rented to other people, there is a mica plate with his name.
I look at the various options. There are several, six-story or something like that. Nothing
phone. I pulled out even though I knew I had no credit left, desperately groped for 4888. But the gasps something like bat bat phone battery and then dies. I try to revive him, nothing. Gone. So I find myself at half past ten at night, and I do not know where to play. I have already parked our car and everything.
I do not have a great memory for plans, much less the names of the tenants of my friends. Come to think of all the other times I called.
I see one, enlighten me. And 'this is sure, I tell myself.
Sound.
Meets an old woman.
Oldie: "Yes?"
Vittorio: "Er ... It 's for pizza delivery"
Oldie: "Pizza?"
Victor: "Yes"
Oldie: "Oh yes!" And I
opens.
I'm inside. Now the second part of the Low Tech (as has already been nicknamed my inner voice, aka JD of Scrubs), I said the second part is to find the apartment of James.
I go outside and look for the following clues: rock music (all are boys), noise of dishes (I'm waiting for dinner), no name on the bell (for rent). Salgo doubtful to the third floor, auscultation every door. On the third floor there is one that meets all the requirements: sound.
It turns out that there are two types of middle-aged who are making a romantic dinner by candlelight with ... + background with Prozac?
look at me as I watch a Dutch seller of rough diamonds that play on my door while I'm eating breakfast.
victory: "I was looking for an apartment of a group of guys, only education"
Type "Fourth floor, door to the left"
Ok, he was so sure it can not be a lie. Fourth, fourth, I remembered him lower. But perhaps the last time I took the elevator? Sound. Exit
an old woman. I am a radiant smile, is happy to see me. For a moment I believe is going to say something like "Daisy right?". But instead of smiling in silence. Fuck. I know that kind of smile. E 'so that people are happy even if the sun comes a crook or a seller of rough diamonds keyniota.
Vittorio: "Um ... good evening, I tried a bunch of kids"
Vecchietta "Agualanba Satullo Ettole"
Vittorio: "But I see that I'm here ... sorry for having disturbed"
I step back and she is a forward
Oldie: "ask my Allorera nephew who is a potti Garbatella "
I swear, talk like that. And 'as if the words should make sense to argue with the rest of the body and mind to quit.
Do not worry, I know the situation. In the end, is the same for all seniors .
smile too, the ringranzio, and I face. I feel that I am still chasing for a few steps.
the ramp as fast as I can without looking up.
Sure the type I cheated. I decide to resume auscultate from the second floor. I just approached the door to the right when that opens suddenly. I take off the ear from the door immediately, but in considerable delay. Contrary to what I expected, I am faced with a 40-year old dog that does not make a fold. He looks at me, ascolta e poi fa: "Primo piano. Lì sicuro, se ce ne sono altri non so"
Primo piano, due porte. Una con il campanello, una con il campanello rotto. Suono il campanello funzionante. Mi apre una ragazza. Sì? No, l'altra porta. Ringranzio, ma prima di bussare noto che non esce musica, non ci sono rumori di piatti, e c'è anche il cognome sul campanello, anche se il resto del pulsante è divelto.
E, giuro, mi sono già scordato che cognome era.
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