egoarca When it was finally left alone, he could reflect on what had happened in the strange and frantic night in Milan. The passed before my eyes like a movie images of the rally, the crowd of his supporters and then the challenge of those rowdy subversives dressed in purple. He had harangued them with the phrase he always used to his opponents: "Shame! Shame! Shame! ": Simple but direct and effective. Then his people ringalluzzito his speech read, replied to by a lone result of which many of his supporters can not count the most for a few moments on the support of extra staff or the caregiver's support had fallen to the ground to the supervening dysplasia hip. At the sight of the many voids that were formed in its ranks, the minister had occurred Cipollino allora in un “Chi non salta comunista è, è!” accompagnando le parole con dei sussulti del suo corpo dinoccolato. A quel punto i suoi sostenitori avevano preso a saltare scandendo ritmicamente lo slogan. E per un po’ avevano saltato. Poi però il susseguirsi di micidiali quanto impietosi infarti del miocardio tra quanti tra i suoi fan avevano superato l’età per potersi concedere quelle scalmane, aveva ulteriormente falcidiato le sue fila.
Fu allora mentre tra se e se imprecava contro Cipollino che non ne faceva mai una giusta (e meno male che gli aveva scelto un posto: quello di ministro della cultura, dal quale non poteva fare molti danni), che aveva preso la decisione di scendere dal palco e concedersi un bagno di folla. Avrebbe così sviato l’attenzione generale da quel harakiri collettivo per concentrarla sulla sua persona sorridente. E proprio mentre stringeva tutte quelle mane scarne e tremanti – ma perché proprio lui che così tanto odiava la vecchiaia doveva essere sempre circondato da anziani se si escludeva qualche emulo tronista rintronato e quegli psicolabili fan del GF? – fu allora che fu colpito da qualcosa che gli era stata lanciata contro con violenza. Ricordava l’esplosione di dolore, i denti spezzati, il naso rotto e l’intorpidimento della faccia.
From then on things had followed each other convulsively. He remembered the car ride, his face transfigured by pain that reminded him of Cipollino that of Mary Magdalene portrayed in such baroque painting, the authoritarian scowl that since 2232 had happened that had happened had not disconnected even for a moment from your mobile phone from which it gave peremptory orders to the whole created universe.
"You must leave an entire floor of the hospital, goes dell'egoarca security. .. No I do not care of you must put the other patients, dimetteteli! ... It is not possible? ... Okay, okay. Then cleared the pediatrics department: the children are small and a place to put them to find it. ... Never mind, never mind. Hurry up we're coming "
Oh yes, he had to recognize that 2232 - the so called in memory of the old days when both were part of that organization philanthropy. How is that called? Okay now did not remember, however, was perhaps the effect of hit on the head - it was really good at organizing, although sometimes it was a bit 'too get carried away. And if he was saying ...
quickly arrived at the hospital where he was brought in by a side entrance and was taken up with a stretcher to the floor of the department of pediatrics. You could see he was the department was evacuated in a hurry: the unusually deserted corridor, toys on the floor and pictures on the walls betrayed what was the source of employment is directly above it. He was helped to undress and wear silk pajamas that Michela Vittoria de Rome, tourism minister, was sent to buy in a hurry in the nearby Via Montenapoleone closed to traffic for the occasion. Then it was done to accommodate the child's bed in the room (after all were paediatrics) not without the obvious embarrassment of Cipollino whose face had taken on all shades of red. But he was comfortable in that bed there in spite of what you might think his minister. Then came the procession of doctors of all specialties ranging from endocrinologists to gastroenterologists, ENT from the trauma and plastic surgeons and especially ecstatic, except of course for psychologists and geriatricians who would have said something awfully inconvenient.
But now he was alone and could finally focus on the strange feeling that he had seized the moment in which that object had struck in the head. It was as if something had happened in his brain and those who had had shaken his beliefs, his values, his certainties until then granite and stone. Certainly, the behavior of the aggressor was not justified but the slogans of the protesters: "Via the mafia state" or "Respect the Constitution" does not now seem so subversive as he had seemed to fly before it was hit. And then the color purple was not so bad, but ...
was all taken from his thoughts when Cipollino burst into his room, followed by 2232 and by Maron Glace, Minister of Interior, which had joined the group of mourners rushed to his bedside. "Do not worry Lord I just sent a helicopter to take the civil protection of the Latvian Puti ..."
dell'egoarca Seeing his face, his words choked in my throat. It was strangely quiet and filled as a state of unexpected bliss and think that he would have expected to see him in a rage over the incident and especially since forced into the bed, which showed that mercilessly that was not tall by battleships. 2232 Onion took advantage of the fact that it was interrupted in his speech to start saying: "Sire, you have to give news to the nation, issue an official statement in which they explain in a final who are the political responsibility of those who armed the hand of the madman who launched against him or her the gift of the Kremlin .. "
" It was not the Kremlin was a mosque and major maxillofacial damage produced them on the minaret, "he hastened to clarify Maron Glace.
"Kremlin" vehemently reaffirmed that he thought of Antonio Litoreo 2232 (the most dangerous because it can not be controlled in any way representative of the opposition of the left post-Soviet era) as a principal morale del gesto; “Moschea!” ripeté Maron Glacé con altrettanta veemenza pensando agli imam e agli extracomunitari islamici in genere, quali possibili responsabili.
“Moschea!”. “Cremlino!”. “Moschea!”. “Cremlino!”.
La discussione forbita andò avanti per due minuti buoni prima che i due cominciassero ad azzuffarsi rotolandosi avvinghiati l’un l’altro a terra. 2232 ficcò le dita negli occhi a Maron Glacé il quale però riuscì a divincolarsi e rispose all’offesa mordendogli recidivo il polpaccio. La zuffa fu interrotta bruscamente da una secchiata di acqua gelata lanciata da Gaspar che appena giunto da Roma, aveva prontamente recuperato nel bagno di servizio del corridoio. Ad essere precisi non era proprio un secchio, quello che Gaspar aveva usato ma una padella e anche usata, ma d’altronde in certe occasioni non si poteva certo andare troppo per il sottile.
Sono un uomo del fare io! Pensò Gaspar tra se e se, guardando con il suo sguardo esoftalmico soddisfatto i due contendenti zuppi ma ormai calmi che seduti a terra, guardavano l’egoarca. Ognuno speranzoso che questi gli desse ragione. Ma la faccia rabbuiata del Sire non lasciava bode well.
"Idiots," he said "now I remember. It was a souvenir of the cathedral that struck me in the face. You can not misrepresent the truth so the people deserve respect. Shame! ".
At these words, everyone in the room looked at him stunned, disbelieving their ears. All but Gaspar muttering that his cell phone, meanwhile, had access to television in the shape of Mickey Mouse's head - complete with ear-round that was resting on the colorful wardrobe of Winx.
face appeared on the screen Emilio Fido almost unrecognizable, as it was transformed by the pain, to hold back her tears, his voice breaking with emotion said one of its television: "... our Lord, the Lord of all the Italians, was the subject this afternoon a cowardly attack as barbaric. He was the Sire, today at an event when a murderess, a madman, a man but an animal would be better to say, no offense of course for the animals, the only discordant voice among the many hundreds of millions of Italians who had come from all over Italy but also from abroad, to cheer our Lord, hit him with a blunt object that .. sorry ... tell me right now as a souvenir of the dome ... " Gaspar then fiddling with the remote fuchsia - if he drew well with those things technological, it was not a case that had previously worked as the role of Minister of Communications - emerged from the screen and changed the channel Antonio Litoreo bruise that big face in the face as he spoke for minutes in apnea without pause for breath, he was saying that reckless act was the result of the violent political climate that the government had largely helped create. But it was the act of a madman and his political party that act, condemned him. That last part of the sentence, but said in a tone of voice so weak that Gaspar was forced ad alzare il volume col telecomando per riuscire a sentirla.
Spento che fu il televisore, l’egoarca si rivolse ai suoi sodali - beh a tutti tranne che a Cipollino che nel vedere in TV il volto di Antonio Litoreo, si era infilato gli indici delle mani nelle orecchie per non sentire e si era voltato dall’altra parte per non guardare- e disse “Dobbiamo stemperare i toni! Non possiamo dividere ulteriormente l’Italia, più di quanto non sia già divisa. In fin dei conti, poteva andare peggio è vero, ma non è successo poi nulla di così grave. E poi Litoreo ha in parte ragione – ecco l’aveva detto! But what was going on? - we must change course: more open to the opposition, shared decision making. Now leave me alone. I want to rest. And please bring out via Onion. "
His men were petrified in hearing those words, but what was happening to their boss? They had no answers. And so, as they were astonished, took Cipollino weight and left the room. Just outside began to talk excitedly together. Those who had heard them from the outside would hear out of that forum the words: "Electroshock," "Stress post traumatico”, “Possessione demoniaca”, “Schizofrenia“. Alla fine, una volta tanto concordi su qualcosa, decisero di far fare tutte le indagini cliniche possibili per scongiurare eventuali cause fisiologiche dell’insano comportamento e di far venire il suo confessore nell’evenienza che le cause fossero state invece di natura trascendente.
Rimasto finalmente solo l’egoarca pensò che poi alla fine, non tutti i mali vengono per nuocere e che di tutte le esperienze, belle o brutte che siano, bisogna prendere solo il lato positivo delle cose. In fin dei conti provava si dolore ma ora grazie al fatto che un paio di denti si erano spezzati poteva finally tightening the lips. His dental arch contained too many teeth and too large for its size and this caused him to not quit his lips so he had an unnatural smile on his face 24 hours on 24, even during sleep. Now that two teeth were gone, she could finally keep the lips closed pace of the facial muscles could relax at last freed from the stresses to which they were previously forced. Not bad!
And then the climate of hate that you breathe in the country that he, too, of course not only him, had helped to foment was stopped. The watchwords of his rule from then on would be were: love and tolerance!
And finally slept peaceful as not happened for many, many years.
His quiet sleep was abruptly interrupted by Don Virzi, her confessor and spiritual guide, who literally burst into the room and performed an impassioned rant.
"... eye for eye, tooth for a tooth - is written in the scriptures ..." But those words did not affect all'egoarca was calm and sure of what he had decided.
Faced with quell'impassibilità the priest continued with renewed fervor: "... - No person devoted to destruction may be ransomed; will be put to death. - Is written in Leviticus ... "
dell'egorca But his face was still impassive, insensitive to those words that in other times would have ignited.
"... the Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you. - Written in the Book of Psalms ... "At those words, a smile on his face to the Ronfi, which sentì chiamato direttamente in causa. La Ronfa era il ministro della difesa che era appena arrivato da Roma alla testa di una colonna di blindati pronto a stroncare sul nascere qualsiasi tentativo di colpo di stato per quanto improbabile.
“Ma nelle Scritture sta anche scritto: - Perdona e ti sarà perdonato. “ non poté fare a meno di dire l’egoarca. A quelle parole il prete divento paonazzo, le vene della gola gli si gonfiarono: “Ma questo” proruppe “l’ha detto quel capellone eversivo e contestatore ingrato nei confronti del Padre…” A quelle parole 2232, La Ronfa e Maron Glacé presero di peso il prete che urlava come un ossesso possessed and carried him away to avoid schisms that have divided even more Italians.
In the end, now had become night, egoarca was left alone to rest in the hope that the night would bring with it the council and normalcy lost.
egoarca And peaceful slept. And his sleep was full of beautiful dreams. Not dream of women and lewd statues as increasingly often happened in recent times but a civilian Italy. He dreamed of the sea and clean rivers and unpolluted, with the sun's energy, a beautiful city with beautiful homes and neighborhoods and livable, the Italian che erano fieri di pagare le tasse perché in cambio ricevevano servizi da far invidia a quelli dei paesi del nord Europa. Di scuole ed università con fondi per studenti e per la ricerca, dove i ricercatori non erano costretti ad espatriare ma anzi erano gli stranieri che venivano in Italia a studiare. Sogno di un Italia dove gli stranieri si integravano con gli italiani, dove destra e sinistra politica collaboravano per il bene comune, dove i giornali riportavano notizie vere e dove le televisioni non facevano a gara nel mostrare il peggio, alla ricerca dissennata di qualche spettatore in più.
Quando si risvegliò aveva chiaro in mente cosa avrebbe fatto. Certo tutte quelle cose non sarebbe was easy to make but he had contributed to the fact that at least could be groped real. He felt full of positive energy and ready to face a new day for him would be new in every sense.
It was still night, at least from what appeared in the shape of Minnie the clock on the wall pink polka dots, but he had no sleep. Then he got out of bed he put the slippers with the head of a reindeer that some children had evidently forgotten there by the bed and left the room.
The corridor was lit by dim lights by night and the flashing lights of the Christmas tree that stood at one end of the corridor. At the other end with a double door glass door separated the department from the rest of the plan. The silence was total. He walked to the door and looked through the porthole and saw stretched on the couch waiting room of his bodyguards. They were all asleep except Johnny Tembo the head of his escort that was intent on seeing an old movie in black and white in a small portable televisorino. The sight of Johnny, the giant muscle good-looking, reassured him. If there was only him that afternoon to protect him! Nothing that had happened, happened. But that very afternoon Johnny had requested permission to attend the afternoon performance of "Carmen" by Bizet ... Oh yes he was a character full of contradictions: he was a member of the Foreign Legion but he was fond of Latin literature, especially the age of Caesar - how many times embellish a speech had asked him to suggest a saying in Latin relevant-, was an expert in martial arts and weapons but had "Sunday Morning" by Velvet Underground, as a ringtone on your phone. He was not afraid of anything or anyone apart from the irrational fear for elephants that exorcised massive tattooed forearms, tender elephants colored soft pastels. But the elephant in Italy there were not and could not interfere in his work ...
Johnny decided to leave his film and went to the other end of the corridor while the TV through the door came the muffled notes of " Moon River "sung by Audrey Hepburn.
He went to the Christmas tree along the deserted corridor, if you made an exception for the shape of Topo Gigio all'attaccapanni hanging near the door of the room doctors. The idea of \u200b\u200busing young medical researchers dressed as Bugs Bunny to vaccinate against influenza H1N1 as many patients as possible, Unbeknownst to them, was taken from him along with the Deputy Ziofa. But it had happened long ago when he was a different person.
When he got near the tree, he found himself staring at the colored balls hanging, illuminated by flashing lights. The vision was almost hypnotic, there was a very quiet around that permeate us. He let himself go to his thoughts as the story of Dickens and the Spirit of Christmases past will materialize within the translucent ball home. Inside that ball saw the images of a Christmas many years ago ...
was not a Christmas one year in precise detail but one that contained them all. Those years of his youth. Christmases past in his study to work, thinking, acquisitions, alliances, strategies, necessary protections for companies to thrive in its rapid expansion. You always see younger, sitting at his desk with his back to the huge library full of books that had never had the time and love to read but that someone else had read in his place. And then heard: the voices, the voices of his children come from the next room, not so much happy for gifts certainly beautiful and rich that he had purchased at his assistant, but rather because playing with the men involved in the protection that his people were now as a family and went to fill those empty emotional that he had guiltily left. And then he saw the sad look in his wife almost prophetic of what would happen in the future.
A shudder ran through the back. " What I'm not myself, now I'm different: another person, a better person " is almost screaming. Then the image vanished as it had appeared and he found himself staring at the Christmas tree with the anguish of knowing what would appear later.
is the one which appeared after it was the Spirit of Christmas Present. He found himself catapulted into the domestic scenes of families in precarious: of fathers and mothers of middle age without a job or at least without a steady job, you could see forced, with a heavy heart, to ask their parents do the shopping for them, for they too have the opportunity to laden a decent Christmas dinner and so do not be ashamed in front of their children. Then he saw pictures of sad and elderly parents who were forced to exchange Christmas greetings with their children through the video chat on the Internet. Because their children had been forced, Although graduates with honors, to seek opportunities for a better life overseas. The egoarca his eyes staring with a sense of anguish. He felt on his shoulders the weight of responsibility. It certainly was not his alone to blame for what he had seen but certainly he had nothing to avoid that fate could happen.
Then came the Spirit of Christmas future. Here the visions were fragmentary and vague. You could sit at a table laughing and joking well liked by the other diners, but even sitting on a veranda overlooking a white sandy beach surrounded by palm trees with a white head in the wide-brimmed Panama. And there was a Christmas tree on the porch and beautiful girls in colorful bathing suits, because it was hot. But that boundary was not merely add to that sense of loneliness and sadness she felt clearly grip.
Then everything vanished. And he found himself alone, the only man in the world, in front of the tree. He wanted to run from Johnny Tembo and hug him but he did not. He retired to his room instead of with the firm conviction that would have done everything in his power, and it was a lot to change things.
TO BE CONTINUED
