Monday, 22th November 1993

                                    

                                          
            
                          
"Ciao Giulia."
                          
"Ciao Marco."
                          
"What time is it?"
                          
"Almost eleven."
                          
My subconscious knew well where it preferred to be.
                          
"Is it raining? Outside it's so dark that it looks like night."
                          
"We can stop here a day more pretending that's true."
                          
"And Miguel, who will say it to him?"
                          
"I already did it yesterday."
                          
"And him?"
                          
"If I'm with you he doesn't go crazy, but if we won't be back on Wednesday at dawn, we'll be both fired, starting from the most guilty and expensive, that is me."
                          
No other troubles, please.
                          
"Is it better today Giulia?"
                          
Ferocious nightmares, that night my father kicked me out of the court house, twice, the second time even in the company of Estelle and Fosca. Nearby also mum and grandma, Lucia concealed the weeping with the hands. I wanted to insult him, to punch and slap that despicable man, but I couldn't reach his wickedness. Marco wasn't there.
                          
Noticed my agitated sleep he preferred to wake me up; he thought that trying again the situation could improve but so doing he had also to bear my conscious outburst.
                          
"Honestly not."
                          
"I know. You are short of energy, this doesn't help you."
                          
"You too but you don't behave like that."
                          
"So, are you going to stay here also today Empty Heidi?"
                          
"Yes. But my condition remains the same of yesterday."
                          
He severely nodded.
                          
"What are we going to do today then?"
                          
"Nothing."
                          
"Male stuff in short."
                          
"A little at a time my Chatty Heidi makes again her way through the crowd, you can't imagine how much I missed her."
                          
"Marco, we have to talk."
                          
"Later, there's no hurry."
                          
He wouldn't have let me won and I didn't feel myself enough strong for insisting more. And the Saturn's circle was still there, hammering my head, fading my already changeable willpower.
                          
"What are you doing?"
                          
"I'm getting up" I said, at the same reaching the edge of the bed. With a fast tackle he grabbed me, triggering a fight where he didn't even pretend to let me win. And his reinvigorated pincer grip did the rest.
                          
"Ahi! You're so bad!"
                          
"If you scream I won't get kinder, you know."
                          
"But I said ahi! Do you know what that means?!"
                          
"Oh, sorry."
                          
"Sometime you're so rude!"
                          
"Passion is never polite, darling."
                          
Before I could reply someone rang the doorbell.
                          
It could be just a man.
                          
"I told him not to come!"
                          
Like back to our golden days I rediscovered my good humour.
                          
"Shhh, so he'll leave."
                          
"But it's not better if you answer? Otherwise who knows what he'll think or worse, what he'll do. Meanwhile I'll go upstairs to dress up."