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Dicembre 2003 - Viaggio alla scoperta dei fondamenti irrazionali ed etici di Babbo Natale | ||
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Buon Natale |
L’altro giorno abbiamo sorpreso un prof a caso con la testa reclinata sulla cattedra e sulle nostre ultime verifiche… la letale biro rossa ancora tra le dita. Incuriositi dai suoi mormorii (sognava) abbiamo subito registrato le sue confuse parole col cellulare di..Avvertenza: quello che segue č lo stream of concussion di una creatura semi-cosciente in cui la sintassi č stravolta…lo spelling… la lingua…beh, non č la nostra. …the
great siege of Malta landing Malta intl. In
the dead of night, neon lights, jeeez it’s been raining,
singin’ in th’rain, a bad omen indeed, taxi ride, how fast the fellow
drives, yes, it must be late, decent hotel reception night-shift guy, fouroclock
a.m. where am I? Oh, yes, in my room (701): Gorgeous morning, students
in a pretty good shape, resilient they are after
the hardships of the flight … dear old cracked schoolhouse, here we are.
Hello. Hellooouuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isthetwoofyouagain????
Yes it’s us, darling. Always the same two wretched
half wits. Hurry up boys, schooltime! The last lift goes up. And
now for the long sunny afternoon… Lets open the box. Again
the drub dull packed lunch, too much yellow-cheese, unpealable little orange,
rock-hard crackers. Why am I doing all this, the few old pennies? Can
picture the bursar’s frown. Balluta bay,
two o’clock, all aboard the sultana bus, how thrilling! Our huge
driver in our huge coach at the top of a narrow street. Lilliputian red
schoolbuses can’t come up, the poor hungry schoolchildren waiting
inside!, done for, civil war, drivers argue animately, shouts and anger,
dejavu. The nice Three Cities
here we
come! Boys&girls bored, unimpressed, by gawd l’auberg de castille!
And so? Heavens the grand harbour!: unimpressed. Look! What a view!
Breathtaking! Unimpressed. The Malta docks! Look!Yes, ehm, not bad
actually. Can we possibly find an icecream-shop near here? Bang. A
personal Waterloo, I could jump off the railings and sadly dive into my
death. No, wait, how’bout Paga the poor old fellow and…the weeping
dear ones backhome? Wait
man, wait. There’ll
be another chance, another chance. Why
is the little old crab panickly hiding into that tiny hole in the
rock? Metaphor, man. Meditate. The surf tries its best to wash him away.
To no avail. Congrats old cheap. I’m where the sun shines brightly,
where the sea is blue. Here for your summerholiday sir? Next question. Th’boys&girls
are diving ‘n’
splashing into the crislalline waters. All cool swimmers, might bad luck
spoil this shan-gri-la? Out of the question. You
fool! Why did you push me into the sea? Lost my spectacles (this
is me! What a terrible moment, ndr) Mutters the poor cheap, dark
muddy, weddy seabottom, you’re introuble boy. Here comes actionhero
Claudio, a real pro, into the waters goes he and, wow! He’s got the
glasses in his hands! Pheeew! We’ve made it this time THE BLACK (K)NIGHT |