Viva la vida (english version), Page 4

4. The closet to be moved.

  To tell Mark of our idea for his/her goodbye to the bachelorhood I have phoned him on the jail cell. You/he/she had left around him because Simona has responded. We are greeted there and when I have told her that I looked for his/her man, she has shouted:

  «Love is for you, it is Paul!»

  To feel Simona that called Mark has made me come to mind when from small I phoned his/her house.

  I almost all called him/it days, only to remember him that I waited for him/it in piazzetta at two and half o'clock to go together in oratorical. His/her mother usually answered and with fierce Germanic accent you/he/she summoned him to take the communication:

  «Marko, teleffono!»

  Making the comparison on the way of answering, I have thought on how much Simona and the mother of Mark could be different women among them.

  «Hi Mark.»

  «Oh Hut, that is?»

  «Nothing of what. Are you free today?»

  When Mark has answered, I/you/they have been vague and I have not told him nothing of the trip that we had decided to undertake in his/her name, neither of as Chicken hips good ideas could come to mind, neither of David that had very insisted on Praga as destination. I have asked only if in the late afternoon it was busy and if you/he/she could come to lend me a hand to move a big closet that I had recovered from my uncle. He is seemed amazed to feel me for telephone but you/he/she has not asked other questions and you/he/she has assured me that you/he/she would be passed toward the six and half.

  At 18.25 o'clock I waited for Mark drinking a cold beer on the couch, to naked breast: a show. When Mark had arrived, I would have announced him of as we had conceived subsequently his/her goodbye to the bachelorhood and solo I would have made to help for moving the new gigantic closet.

  The problem of the piece of furniture to be moved was not exclusively given by the weight, I would have been able to make to crawl him/it and somehow I would have made her to move him/it, but I had planted him in the middle of the living room, really where me, my father and my uncle we had hastily left him without thinking about ending well the appointment. Of however to carry out to a job of house in approximate way was a peculiar characteristic of the style Hemming. Moreover, to bring the closet in room I had to make two stairs and it passed us to hair from the door: already the apartment where I lived it was not a palace, with a closet to four shutters planted in stay it became as comfortable and habitable as an igloo.

  To the 18.29 Mark you/he/she has rung the bell: German inside.

  The sound of the bell has interrupted my considerations respect to as, usually, in the bachelor parties the effect surprise is always sought. It is never said the where he will bring him, what the program will be, what the limits of the party and the transgression will be. In our case it was some hard.

  «Mark take you a week of vacations to end August that we have to bring you in a place.»

  Indeed improponibile as required.

  The effect surprise was jumped and the thing didn't not at all upset considering that I had not loved a lot never him the notorious effect surprised. I polemized alone, thinking to how much I didn't like the parties to sorpresa,e the gifts to surprise, the pretenses faces surprised of whom was not waited for the surprise and that indeed could not believe us: that surprise!

  Everything taken by the absurd urticante superstructure that I was doing me, as soon as you/he/she has entered house I have addressed dry to Mark without not even greeting him/it.

  «We go away. In camper. End August. For your goodbye to the bachelorhood. Take yourself vacations, I regret it, nothing surprise.»

  Him peaceful as always you/he/she has answered: «But are you stupid?» It is in a flash I/you/they have returned to reason.

  I have mentioned his idea of Chicken with greater calm and without any personal distorsion, I have told him of as we had intention to organize the thing and I have offered him a beer.

  While we were sipping the beers, comfortable and relaxed, I have furnished the details that I held necessary to communicate to Mark.

  «We take a hire camper, besides I am of of it very beautiful.»

  «In the gross it also comes us to cost less than a classical vacation.»

  «Then I don't believe that Simona will do you some problems, they are the last hits, from the.»

  I spoke only me, excited by the spirit goliardico, from the comradeship that the common experiences as that you/they had always given us, but worried about not to find again in the formalities of listening of Mark an immediate consent to the project that we had conceived.

  Mark has taken a sip of beer, made a small puff to eliminate the gas in the stomach and you/he/she has asked:

  «And where would he go?»

  It didn't seem been sorry, neither worried about possible reactions of Simona. Simply it seemed less involved than I was him/it me, but a novelty was not certain.

  «Nothing foreign. The organizer of the trips to the foreign countries you are you, here it speaks of everything other kind of experience. We seize the camper and we turn there Italy, the whole peninsula, the whole coast» I have answered convinced, not even ditches a seller of vacuum cleaner in front of a sceptic client.

  The different times when we had traveled together, Mark had always been the pivot of the logistic car. It was the only one to know the English, the only one that he/she knew how to ask whether to go, the only one that he/she knew how to ask whether to return. He/she spoke well indeed, loose and flowing. To him the assignment to book flights and hostels, to individualize the spaces to visit and those to be lived, to ask information of various nature and, in general, to sustain any conversation out of the group. Traveling with us Mark covered a role of first value and it sustained an assignment that tragically became arduous when Chicken, convinced whether to speak the English was enough to throw some" is" in the discourse, he/she asked to translate absurd things as": you Ask some beer to fall" or" you Ask if in the fry of sea there is the Pangasio of Vietnam."

  It made to die Chicken when it articulated words in what sustained pits English. «Italianssss is italianssss, is biutifulsss girlsss, is cichens!» To spend two hundred" S" to tell a girl that she was a beautiful topa, that he was Italian and it called Chicken.

  Me the English I didn't speak him/it: ever studied, even to the averages. Nevertheless I was enough awake and, after a first day of ambientazione, I was perlomeno able to ask how much necessary to survive.

  I expressed mainly me using sentences of the publicities and titles or pieces of songs.

  Once, to Barcellona, I have convinced a Canadian girl to come away with me saying her" Life is now." It was hesitant, he/she didn't know if to release the friends and me I have thrown her on the slogan.

  You/he/she has done me a pumps exaggerated.

  Mark, to every way, after the first account that I had done it didn't seem particularly enthusiastic, but without thinking too much of us on you/he/she has said

  «But yes, we also do this!»

  Ended the beer and you end the words on the trip you/he/she has gone off" the operation closet."

  I Mark you/he/she has never been famous for his/her physical strength. Lower part and gracilino as it was, you/he/she had been a boxer you/he/she would have belonged to the category" half pippes." Despite this, the closet in the living room decidedly gave the impression to want to be well planted there if nobody had encouraged him to move him and me I didn't have other available assistant in the immediate one if not him...

  We have put to the two extreme of the closet there. I have given all the necessary dispositions on as to grab the piece of furniture and I have explained to tilt him/it first on one side to lift him/it. Made the taking, a sign of looks are given for syncronizing then us there: 3... 2... 1...!

  Hardly date the push, has warned the side of Mark to surrender, but I has not had the time to say nothing.

  My friend Mark, that didn't possess in the genetic patri
mony the strength of the northern heroes as Sigfrido without shade of doubt, had not held up the weight of the piece of furniture and in effects you/he/she had remained with the head crushed between the shutters of the heavy closet and the wall of the corridor.

  With agitated voice decidedly not suited for him, you/he/she has shouted:

  «Cazzo Paolo, raise I am me coso of back, the skull you/he/she is breaking down me!»

  And when I have freed him, it had the so red face that, combined to the beige pole that had I wear, it seemed a Swedish match.

  Surpassed the uneasiness, we are made fat laughters and every time that the operation retried one of the two there you/he/she was stopped by the impulsive laughter of the anything else other than it considered to how much awkward pits how much hardly success.

  At the end however we have succeeded in bringing the closet in room.

  To ended job I have opened the refrigerator and I have taken the last two beers in bottle. I had bought the cardboard from six the evening before.

  To relax there at the most us we move on the balconcino of the small apartment to lease, nothing of what: sees provincial road. I have made a half gesture to Mark to toast with the bottles, then I have tried to give a hit on the neck of the bottle, the joke that makes to go out a sea of foam and it makes you waste half beer. He has quickly shunned and I have immediately realized that that joke succeeded only with a fool as Chicken. A cigarette there are power on.

  «Saturday had to be us! Absurdly full of gnocca in Switzerland! The number of one I/you/they are taken me that seems the Canalis.»

  «Yes?» You/he/she has said him.

  «Gianca seemed the magic rubber band for as he/she staggered, it was full indeed cazzo, I don't even know as we have done to bring him/it to house!»

  «Yes?»

  «Chicken has succeeded in stealing some free drink from the counter of the cafe! If I tell you how much we have drunk you cannot believe there!»

  «Yes?»

  «David to moments does you/he/she brawls. Then you had to see, there were two that lesbicavano. You/they will have spent 20 minutes to rub himself/herself/themselves on me and I have also thought about being able to stamp together her all and two, but I was too much perhaps I tan. You/he/she has gone in nothing.»

  I spoke only again me.

  I have bombed Mark of accounts, reconstructing in the details the evening, the faces, the tipsy expressions, the unlikely boardings. I deluded me that it was a good way of making he/she anchors him/it active part of the group and, somehow, I wanted it tried a fund of fool envy for our liberty and thoughtlessness, for our absolute lack of responsibility. I wanted that he/she thought about being him lost very and perhaps, in a certain sense, it was as if I wanted to insinuate in him doubts for the choice of seriousness that had decided to complete.

  I hoped that a few if it repented of it.

  Mark however it was not already an envious person of his and it didn't seem to feel the lack of the evenings as that that, too times, the day you/they were seemed however later there unsatisfactory.

  After the nth one" Sì?" polite, you/he/she has smiled at a way that could be of benevolent understanding; then I believe without will to be really critical, you/he/she has launched a wisecrack.

  «Paul, excuse me the sincerity, but you still like all this? Don't feel the lack of other? Don't feel a kind of duty inside of you? Don't feel the need to push you some bottom the surface? And again, excuse if I allow me, but Chiara and you for which absurd motive been together still?»

  Everything how much I dictate not as it was a sermon, it was not from him, it was not the type.

  In a first moment that of Mark is seemed only me honest curiosity, he/she almost wanted to understand if only he had warned the desire of stability and serenity or if, near to the good considered age, also his/her friends, and in that case I, wanted more.

  Then its words have me some spiazzato and slowly aroused a small internal dismay.

  I have never borne those that distribute moral, the people that allow him to define what correct is and thing is not him/it. You/he/she has always sent me in beast someone who felt him very illuminated by to point out the road. Probably it was alone because I was almost always convinced to be good rights to involve me as I behaved myself.

  The opinion of Mark however it interested me, eccome if it interested me.

  He was not never then express in my respects displaying one some superiorities moral and, until then, I had always felt him solidale with my way of living and of sudden I felt me as betrayed. I had always been convinced that on certain things we were from the same part, that we were accomplices of our small pranks of our small poverties.

  We were not him/it more and this all it took is to feeding that sense of separation that I had already perceived to the cafe after the resounding announcement.

  I have done in disturbed way of not seeming, keeping on holding a sprawled laying and lazy; the part of that that will never grow because he/she doesn't want, because it has a good time, because it suits him this way.

  I Mark instead, read the perplexities, you/he/she has slightly changed the plan of his/her discourse. Almost disappointed you/he/she has raised the dose, beginning the sentence with greater conviction, more impassioned.

  «Paul, allows to lose that fills that girl of horns more than how much you/he/she has a basket of snails of it, you/he/she allows to lose that when you have the turned balls you don't bear her/it and the treats as you/he/she was any idiot, you/he/she allows to lose everything. But how long is that don't feel you speak of something beautiful in which reentries her? How long is that don't call first her to tell her something of main point that has happened you? How long is that hope to discover that another has have a good excuse to close? How long is that condemn yourself in that history? Is it all right, will certain weekends also be happy islands, but you want indeed this? Islands of life in a sea of boredom and adaptation? And for how much do you think about being able to go on?»

  Despite pits the first time that Mark confessed me what you/he/she had come to think of me, its considerations didn't play new, they were perfectly rather thoughts sovrapponibili already done by myself in moments, distant from the synthetic happiness, dull, regardless and almost displayed of the evenings given not to think about anything.

  «I didn't believe pits so evident» I have admitted not finding other possible answer; but Mark is not taken care of too much to hurt me to that point, you/he/she was probable that from different time he wanted to face that type of discourse. Placido, had waited for the proper moment to speak me and that moment you/he/she had arrived.

  You/he/she has always had the gift to say what must be told the proper moment.

  «Knows me that sooner or later will touch you to think of us! Sooner or later it will touch you to make the accounts with what you want indeed, I tell him/it for you.»

  It was the only person to the world from which I would have accepted to feel to tell me" I tell him/it for you" and that afternoon has been her/it before and only time when you/he/she has used that sentence in my comparisons. To any other person that had told me" I tell him/it for you" I would have answered gladly «Cazzo you want? You day the things for you, that mine for me, say alone me her!»

  Fortunately I have never done him, a discreet self-control has always saved me, because of people that" they say things for you" the world is full.

  «I don't know... Questions it is clear that certain I do me her, but now it is one period in which I don't want to think about nothing, I need alone vacations, to depart, to empty me the head. The trip for your goodbye to the bachelorhood is perfect, it is the only thing to which I feel like thinking» I have answered, firmly intenzionato to truncate the discussion.

  I Mark then you/he/she has smiled and you/he/she has asked me ironic:

  «your l only thought in this is my goodbye to the bachelorhood? Some pochino you don't believe?»

  Then resp
ect my private life and my expectations, Chiara, the frustrations, the betrayals, have not said nient'altro" for me", also because I believe that it sufficiently felt him sure to have turned on the fuse with the least effort.

  You/he/she has concluded adding «From the Paul, I didn't want to exaggerate, you are perhaps right you, are worthwhile to shake himself/herself/themselves the stress in the whole winter before making new programs!»

  For the rest, sat on the balcony to take some air in summer, departing from the closet of cherry finally arrived in my room, we are ended with to speak in general of furnishings.

  To furnish my bilocale had not been a great effort. More than halves the furniture that I had in the house were of recovery: the white kitchen with shiny shutters seemed new, but it had him in garage aunt" Nuccia"; the closet of cherry hardly arrival was of a friend of uncle Francis; the mattress was of those that you/they sell to the television, I had ordered him to a plaza and a half (it cost less); the refrigerator you/they had given me it mine; the television of the room was officially a gift of Henry, but behind that gift there were again mine.

  The mobile specchiera of the bath, the table of the room-kitchen and the couch bordeaux in regenerated skin was produced of little cost of Swedish manufacture.

  Mark and its stories made me reflect on how much to furnish a house for a family was instead a very more complex operation.

  It didn't have intention to make extraordinary things, to fill the rooms of objects of design or best man expensive cristalliere whether to put glasses, dishes and so beautiful trays to be unusable. Simply he/she wanted, together with Simona, to make the harmonious space, able to contain and to stimulate the enthusiasm of a young family.

  While he/she was speaking to me, it used words as safety and utility, advantage and guarantee, merit and adaptability and it you/he/she is not taken a lot because the conversation moved more and more him toward distant articles from me and from my concept of I furnish. In practice, in few less than ten minutes we have reached the evaluations on baby carriage and seggioloni.

  Absurd as we were treating an unthinkable theme up to 15 days before.

  You/he/she has revealed enthusiastic to have found in commerce a swing-cradle mechanic that swung the pargolo to the sound reproduced of the waves of the sea, then you/he/she has added to want to buy not absolutely it as soon as his/her child would have been born.

  Before it went I have asked him if he/she wanted to stay himself/herself/themselves to eat a dish of pasta. Him and I, a fast thing.

  It was not able, it had who knows what responsible appointment toward third.

  I have thanked him for the closet (even if it is not that you/he/she had been so incisive) and we are put again to laugh considering to his scene with the head crushed against the wall there.

  On the door of house Mark has asked:

  «Then? Have you begun to write seriously something then or no? Hut!»

  Hut called me crippling the last name of my preferred novelist: Alexander Baricco.

  Rarely happened that it nicknamed me so; only when we were alone and nobody could feel us and to wonder of thing we were speaking. Only Mark knew about my desire to write a novel and of my thousand bankrupt attempts to dignifiedly do him/it.

  «Eh no, I/you/they have been some taken» I have answered.

  «Know him/it you thing waits to do him/it! According to me are simply afraid! Ah, but sooner or later that thing goes off you and will see that the moment will arrive in which will put yourself to write to a speed that don't even know! Have only to leave you some to go and I am sure that will come to capture her/it your good history! However oh, he intends, they are done your! You give I escape, hi Hut!» you/he/she has closed before going out.

  I/you/they have remained alone to make the accounts with the words of Mark, perfectly parallel to the disappointments that I for a long time brooded. Ugly bargain, to the time of supper I didn't have any hunger and solo at 22.30 o'clock I am me definite to prepare me a fast sandwich.

  I/you/they are not gone out, I was incomprehensibly tired.

  I have put in bed fixing the closet and thinking about the note of novelty that brought in that so small room to quickly have become family.

  I have looked at some tv and I have fallen asleep. Before closing the eyes, memory to have only imagined the partial relief that would have been able to give at that time me the being cradled by the sound of the waves of the stretched out sea on an I maxi-swing mechanic.