What am I up to?

Question: What am I making?

Answer: who cares?

Vero..risposta legittima..e completely condivisibile..anche to me ... but since I have done is question might as well give the answer.

I am returning to the scene of delitto..cioè I'm coming back to stir in the forum and dell'escorting. Why? In fact they are never released but last year I did some experiments ... some prove..insomma I enjoyed doing the idiot (I can benissimo..interpretazione by oscar).

So I come back to stir the murky world of the visitors of the worst brothels of Calcutta as would clear ... but this time seen in a more ironic and funny ... not heavy.

It still takes a po..non are not ready yet but I think the end result will be interesting, for sure I will be the new "friends".

I also have other threads and resume just think that I have about 53 drafts waiting to be riviste..cosa strange for me because usually I write about the casting.

Surely most will end up in the trash because they are no longer relevant or simply because they feel the more my ... anyway ... unfortunately some will be saved for you.

What does "ays"

Ok ... since it's Christmas I make a "gift" too.

Recently returned the curiosity about "Bibiebibo" ..alla signature ... and other little things; all you can not reveal anything but yes.

And then we reveal the mystery of the "signature" or the mystery of "ays"

You understand that it is an acronym, it is about understanding what it means, but first you need to tell you how I found out.

Those were different times, namely London a while ago .. unknown (otherwise .. it starts with age ..) but several years ago and I was an adult and vaccinated.

I was in London for a mixture of business and pleasure and something about that time I have written in the past. London in terms of "escorts" is the maximum; it was then and still is I think. I already had this trend and here I attended from time to time that is independent of any escort agency.

One evening I call an escort and I agree with you to a meeting. He comes to me and we spend a couple of hours very pleasant. I remember perfectly the name "Mercedes", but unidentified Hispanic origin. I still have it somewhere on his business card that he left me, it was black with only the name in gold, phone number and a symbol in the name (in gold).

The symbol was the acronym "ays." All clear now? Not yet?

Clarified that is of Anglo-Saxon origin ... try to imagine what could be written on a business card for an escort. What is an escort? ... Ok..tante mainly one thing: it provides a service (at least ..nella Anglo-Saxon conception of escort).

So the "s" stands for "service" and now everything is clear.

The acronym is as follows: At Your Service, "at your service" literally but better understood as "to serve."

I liked the theme song and when I started writing in various forums and I had to find a signature, after using for a while, '"Love" but it was too honey ... here I inizato to use "ays."

The mystery is revealed the signature that has intrigued a lot and not just here on the blog but also in various forums. It is not a great mystery but that's it.

There is still a long way to define ... like how did the nickname ... the story about the ship ... school age (this ..neanche with pliers Inquisitor ..).

ays Bibi

I did the escort for ladies

The initial phase of the new project has started and I have to say it went pretty well, so well that it is already walking on her own. The follow more closely, but I will not always be present and that was what I was hoping.

On the sidelines of everything that has happened I have to explain the title of the post or I take you by the mad (oddio..mica so difficult).

And 'success at the official presentation of the new project that I will not explain. In two parole..ricordate when I wrote that I had gone to Rome to meet with a jerk of Parliament? Bene..da there started a project and now has materialized. And in Rome this week it was launched.

And that's where I made the guide. I must say it was very strange, for years I have benefited from the services of "escorts" and at the end, as in Dante's hell law of retaliation, I found "supporter".

And 'all happened by chance and because of the four words that I know Russian. There were also people who came from those parts, and then I found myself scarrozza three gals to Rome. Among other things, not being Roman, was not exactly a walk.

But first things first.

It all starts with the presentation of the project followed by refreshments ect. ect. ect. followed by a nice fuck in the programs because, at the end of the day everyone had to leave for his cabbages. Big mistake because the three gals want to go around Rome but do not know a word that is not Romanian or Russian (two and a Romanian Russian). And then my "brilliant" partner remembers that I know four crap in that language and I pretending to be a fine speaker and expert on the ways of Gogol .. (bastard inside ...) and ensures the ladies who will be their guide ... (bastard inside and out ..).

Now .. the ladies are not really "ladies" ... .diciamo things as they are; one (Russian) is a big woman about 40 years old and of considerable size, the two Romanian rather have thirty years, a normal and a chick on the other hand is a great (to put it in an understandable way at all).

It starts right away for dinner and I have to improvise by drawing a random local Trastevere and thankfully is fine with me. The big woman Russian launches a taste of everything the steps to throw a fork ... while the "normal" (as the distinction from the "chick") just look snacking and little or nothing. The "chick" and it is normal but it gives in a little too much with the wine of the castles.

After dinner, the "buoy station" (the Russian) gives disrupted last "tiramisu" swallowed up and wants to return to the hotel. Undecided until the last moment whether to call a taxi or a tow truck, I go for the first and the fatigue load on the vehicle under the worried look of the taxi driver who tells me "aho ... I had just redone the Fuck ..".

At this point it seems that everything goes well and I am going to call a taxi but the other two I block "hard" disk ...? That disc ?? Time? Steering wheel? Please specify ...

They are dicks ... want to go to the disco to dance ... Now .. I am a certain age, I do not deny that as a boy I went to discos but it comes to places that no longer exist ... where I would go is to find the remains of scavendo ' time and store them in a museum .. And all this happened in Rome.

Desperate call for help to the owner of the restaurant that I pity rattles off a few names of the disco quite popular in the capital.

"Gilda" ... "Jackie O" ... "Piper" ... but fuck are the same names that were circulating in my day! That's why they call it the Eternal City! Then come other names unknown to me.

Scholar in five seconds on the nightlife of the capital, and I propose to launch a first local gals. Via ..this part.

We arrive at this place and honestly I was expecting something better but this is what passes the monastery and considering entering the Dome in the distance I saw ... I think a proper comparison.

The two embark on track regardless of everything and everyone. Rest a little shocked because they give points to the Cubist room, if they provide a pole ... I do not know where they would disappear .. I had stayed at dances maybe a little more "normal", this is all a rub and a mood from porn movie. The fact is that in a short time the area is filled with "gadflies". What is a "gadfly"? And 'that insect extremely annoying and persistent biting as few and usually torture the vacche..ed Christians during the summer.

Where I live is also to indicate those funny looking stubbornly to mate and copulate with all the girls, women or the like that happen to shoot. In the disco they were always and I see that this has not changed.

The two girls have attracted the attention of all the "gadflies" local and I have to say that the Romans as a "tafanaggine" are unmatched ... but the two are laughing big, I understand that you are having to take the piss the cloud that surrounds them. I do my "hanger" that lean against the wall, I drink and I look and I slam the Maronites thinking about what I need to do the next day.

After a couple of hours and at least three comsumazioni, the "chick" shows up and says "Where are we going now?" ... .. How, where are we going? There are two options: to sleep or fuck ... NO..terza locale..perchè another one is not enough, wants to see Roma..ect. ect ... ect ...

Sorridenndo and bestemiando, move away the "gadflies" with both the normal and the output gain chased by curses on my future generations and praise the professionalism of my great grandmothers throw me from them.

I opt for a local Testaccio and I find myself in a pit pazzesca..locale very low level and as a people that music is fine but the two girls, will be the alcohol I think.

The chick is taken immediately attacked by two really interesting examples of 'male asshole ", that is what makes the" conquistador "to record ... The examples have in common a nice pitch at the top where you can park the bus direct the faithful in St. Peter's a physical Nos certain athletic front have a decent "graveyard of pies" as they say a couple of comedians. And the eyes ... I do not know if it's just me but I noticed they eyed, constantly moving on every part of the body of the chick. I find myself thinking if I was like that, too, if I acted the same way ... oddio..che figure shit ... if that were the case I would have given hole alone.

The normal she also has her work cut out to disentangle the various polyps that surround it all goes smoothly. The thing I get out of hand when the "chick" slinguazzare starts with a man who must be free-range firearms license because he has a gun in my pocket I guess.

The "gadflies" at this point you throw all the normal beginning to show signs of slowing down and at the end ... and it gives you a nice even slimonazza gadfly. From the position of the hanger look sad disperse the horseflies were not disappointed, all with guns in his pocket and without being able to fire a shot.

Now I pose the question: how to go to sleep and take a nap without having to face the two duels Rusticana with the two horseflies? Or leave them to fend for themselves? I opt for a solution suggeritami by Quintus Fabius Maximus, temporized.

The chick continues to amaze me because in practice you almost scopazzarsi the gadfly while the normal is more victim than victimizer. Things are going to go on and I'm almost asleep when the scenario changes abruptly. The two greet their gadflies, you slinguazzano and then calmly come to me and tell me that we can go ... I'm surprised but I do not find the exact words to describe the faces of the two horseflies are downloaded to the modo..non words really, I should just do a picture but I think that if I want to get out alive is something to be avoided.

By taxi the two big laugh and then I speak a little bit of the evening. The discussion continues in the hotel and in fact I trust that they just wanted to have a little fun, are both married and with children as well. Never had any intentions of going any further, just a bit of fun and nothing more, and indeed the chick asked me if by chance I have offended or if I have trouble. "Absolutely not," was my answer and I have to say that I lie pretty well and I think he bought it.

When I get in the room I think back to the evening and I think of all the various managers that after stressful meetings or conferences eventually "relax" with various escorts. I worked for a while in a multinational raced to go to conferences or take positions for short periods in remote locations to go to whores.

The two gals had fun in the end and did not do anything more than what they normally do hundreds of men, anzi..sono were also good at stopping. What can I say?

I can only say that I did the tour leader and all in all it was fun ... that I open a new career?

80 pounds are not enough .. sorry

Today I have taken a look at the search terms by which some poor wretch comes in this wasteland that is my blog.

"The ways of God are endless," they say, and even the search terms it seems. There are curious, strange, and crazy for even longer. Girl with a suitcase has devoted a page and did very well.

Today one made me laugh like few others .. in part because it is related to my recent past and partly because it means just do not get the idea of ​​what you are looking ..

In practice, a guy came to this blog searching with google: "escorts in london less than 80 pounds."

Now calculator in hand .. 80 pounds is equivalent to about 88 Euros !!!!

At this point it is necessary to give some advice to this dear friend likely hood pimp (but I will only aspiration ..).

Dear amico..a London with 80 pounds ... if you can throw a party with a dark, understood as a Guinness at the pub. The escorts, escort girls meaning to a certain level, no toxic substances that are in king's cross, for 80 pounds will not even shake his hand.

And to tell the truth ... even in Italy I know that you have to continue to rely on Federica because with 88 € of escorts you can find little or nothing.

Do you know what can I do? Get emails you contact me Confucia ... maybe 80 pounds you can combine ....

O Silvio, my dear whore.

Since we are in a democracy where there is ample freedom of the press and so there is no danger that the video with the statements of D'Addario disappear like snow in the sun ... I thought I would propose them.

A little letter to Silvio ...

Silvio, my friend whores along the course, you have to stay quiet and accept the crap you do. However, they are less serious than the crap you say ... like that of a million jobs. Relax and think about Clinton, he was losing time for a blowjob in the White House, for a blow job you've had to make only one Minister and risk losing Villa San Martino but .. you have other residences in Sardinia, in the Caribbean ... to Hammamet ...

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I was torn between the memories of a foggy London or a solar Russia. Yes, solar because Russia can be solar. Duval has made me remember a game of joints passed.

But I decided to go with the mind in London, about a certain number of years ago. And there I met Tamzin.

What to say more than what has been said before with Christine? London, soldi..solo ..ect. ect. the pastry.
Tamzin was one of the pastries on display. Wonderful.

It was a melting pot of races and as often happens it was the best of both. Half Tamil and half English. Never figured out if a mother or father, and to be honest never screwed anything to know.

As already mentioned, in London there were (and still think there are) agency issues, if you wanted a black girl you called an agency, if you wanted an Asian girl to another and so on.

One night I called an agency that sent me Tamzin.

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It was wonderful when he came in my little room I was speechless and it is not something that happens to me often.

Beautiful, tall, bearing a large, two boobs from fear and trust me when I tell you to be afraid, huge, natural.

Mora complexion with a hybrid that brought out his eyes, dark and deep over the bottom of the deep there is. And a smile that opens hearts.

Hurry economic formalities, I find myself talking to her but also to caress her and everything else. I'm not good at writing erotic encounters, this is something that I leave to others more talented but I can say that it was a real bomb.

When there is talk and eat something together, has a brain mica laughing the girl. The job has chosen independently and without many problems. He tells me that for a half-breed like you, there are many perspectives. The British of Indian origin do not love the British and pure love her tits and that's it.

So he decides to use them and become companion. It does this for about two years (tells me to be 20 years old ... maybe I'll ...), but had already bought a house. Not a palace but a small house standard quintessentially English with a small garden at the back. For her it is the achievement of a goal. Now thinking of a different investment.

We talk about it in a potato, and another, and I seem to follow a seminar on investment opportunities in England held by a beautiful busty half blood lying naked on the bed in my room and I think if the seminars were so ......

At the end greets me and walks away. For the moment. The next day I do not have shit to do then call the agency and fixed another meeting with Tamzin.

She smiles at me when he comes ect. ect ect and then says seriously: "You must be very rich." I ask her why and she tells me that she costs a lot and then ..

True, it is not cheap but you only live once .. (read Christine and you'll see ..).

Pass another wonderful evening with her talking and of course to consume. Do not deny it, and I have spent quite a lot. Tamzin is sun and radiates an aura all around beneficial. From the point of view sex, you'd call a volcano cold by comparison. However ...

But it really becomes a professional finish. It 'from her that I learned to appreciate the professional than the improvvisitate, the pseudo no prof.

It gives you everything and anything at any time, but it gives you what you want. When he leaves, I greet you and she said that was fine and I believe it but I have not called.

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PS is an experiment, and perhaps musica..racconto ..not so..però I wanted to try something different.
Maybe there will be a second parte..magari not.


Prologue: time and place

London, long time ago.
How can you not fall in love with a city so when you do not have big problems, there are no restrictions and you turn a little money in your pocket?

At that time in my life I was in this idyllic condition; young but not too much, no particular constraint, discrete availability of funds due to a good job and no mortgage to pay. In this condition I find myself living in London for about a month. They are called "internships" in reality for me is a vacation full time.

I take home in a central location. The first attempt was a disaster hallucinating, contact an agency that finds me a "kind location" ... close to Kings Cross Station Railroad. Translated into practice, I found a toilet room in a kind of hostel near the train to Kings Cross, the one where I burned a ton of people during a fire.

Apart from the toilet shared with a group of strangers at a guess have many years younger than me but many more problems than me to make ends meet and maybe even a few problems with the correct use of substances derived from opium, the rest of the room is simply a copy of the process above. The "location" is set in a corner with a magnificent view of the "pizza hut" and consequent beneficial free of fragrances and aromas coming from the same. When you consider that white is a color not very frequent among those who frequent nightclubs surrounding sidewalks, here is the picture of a perfect place where you can shoot in peace and have all the extenuating circumstances of the case.

Step two nights in my great room, sleeping but little by tightening a healthy and sincere friendship with a family of cockroaches living there for three generations. During the day I spend my time looking for accommodation where to relocate even though I know that doing so will break my heart to my room neighbor, a young Spanish arrived two days before me and when I arrived he hugged me like I was a brother. I was the first "normal" person he met for three days.

Finally on the third day I find accommodation within the reach of my finances. Incidentally, I would be willing to steal the crown jewels in order to leave. The new "location" far more welcoming. I found another room in Knightsbridge. How to tell from rags to riches. For those not practical, it is (..era..forse still is ..) a very pretty area, within walking distance of Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, close to the legendary King's Road (the famed fashion). .insomma how to say "I turned."

The rent also has turned and a lot but you only live once and then ..

On the fourth day, I wake up, I open the window and see in the distance a piece of the park and then they say that happiness is hard to get!

For three or four days messing around on the streets like a moron, you know movies like "An American in Paris" or something? My internship has not started yet so I can try to enjoy the city and figure out how to move.

I find the London squares and streets stranger to London and then step guide with all the stops classic that it is pointless to list. What remarkable, a little bar with authentic Italian coffee in the heart of Soho.

Soho is rather a disappointment crazy, life in the neighborhood of vice London is a sadness. Much better move along "the thames." Then there are an infinite number of rooms of the convent garden and the theater district. Dancing a little bit everywhere and I find the Camden area. Well, the first week I like to fuck right and left like few others.

I start the internship, low effort and frequency only in the morning, in practice it is a godsend. Among other things, it is not even very far, paddington area. I shall digress. Paddington is an area, in my opinion, very beautiful with a number of old style houses with white colonnades that is contaminated by a strong presence of Indians. I do not know if this has affected but the area is also teeming with ads for dating a fee.

Actually, this is one of the things I saw right away. The first time I telfonato a cab, I was astonished; the cabin was covered with andesivi and business cards escort, escorts, bdsm, ethnic, call girls, call-boys ... ect ect. in short, the entire sample was at hand. The feeling was that of a child left alone in the bakery.

And here the story begins.

Part One: the bakery or easy sex

What does a child left alone in a bakery? Of course ... taste the pasta.

And then one day I am at the regent's park sitting on a bench with a business card in hand. Business black with gold lettering in italics big "Mercedes" and below "the dreams become truth" and behind only "call at xxxxxxxxxxxxx).

You only live once ... ..ricordate?

"Hello, mercedes speaking, may I help you?" Of course you can help me ... and so between a joke and a bit of embarrassment fixed the meeting. It's not exactly cheap, I would say pricey but that's okay. I will not tell how it went, and it went very well.

And so it all begins. If it had gone wrong I would not be here to tell and write.

After Mercedes try some other girl. Can anyone say "sorry but why do not you look for one without paying? a normal girl like everyone else. " Well, actually, I found a couple of girls "normal" but the norm is a very relative concept in England and London means specially. One evening I spend the evening in a pub drinking beer and playing dards and lose without restraint, however, I refer to snooker. Between dard, a beer and a game of snooker, I make friends with abitueè the pub. It 'something difficult and rare. usually the group of regulars not shit ever again, much less tourists but maybe because I lose a lot of darts became sympathetic.

At closing time I have two girls in the group, nothing special, but pretty average. "Italians do it better" and crap like this and I finally found himself a night with them. Dormire..eufemismo to say that I am to spend the night with them. I've never been a lover of the orgy, dell'ammucchiata; I do not like the traffic "on the bed" but it has been alcohol or another in the end it turned out well with two girls "normal."

I go to a girl dle my internship, I attend in the sense that sometimes comes out to eat and ended up there. It 'a Hungarian girl who claims to be related to not know who's important in his country. Very pretty and even a little strange. will also be related to an important person, but one day while we eat sitting on a bench in a small park asked me if I Farel a favor. "Of course," replies the Italian turkey doc (of Origin crap). "Can I borrow 50 pounds?" Is the angelic request. Now, she has about twenty-two, blonde, nice body, two blue eyes that now are model puppy cooker and stares at me hopefully. What do you think has been answered by a true gentleman Italian d.oc.? That's right, just that. Incidentally I have no ulterior motives but I am a little surprised by the request and in any event before that that loan is yet to be paid years later. Let's say I have funded the development of an emerging country of Eastern Europe.

This explains why the use of tickets and ads. Much more relaxing and less complications and misunderstandings. If I go out with a call-girls and it asks me the rest of the money is not surprised, it's normal. if I go out with two and we end up in bed, I'm not surprised, it's normal. You only live once and that cazzo..almeno quietly.

The choice is vast and diverse, it is a supermarket open 24 to 24. There are sectoral agencies and ethnic for fans of the genre. I do not have specific tastes and then go on classical things. One evening I call an agency and I answered a nice enough guy, fixed the meeting and sent me home girl Christine.

And here begins another story.

Part Two: You

Christine arrives on time like clockwork. I open the door and the space is occupied by a mass of curly blond hair, wavy ... and a fabulous smile. Green eyes smiling with golden and shining with its own light. "Hi, i'm Christine" has a beautiful voice, friendly and kind, cheerful. Defining moment: a calendar girl.

First rule issues financed by the usual envelope and then begin to talk a bit. Beh..non talk to much to be honest because I honestly can not stand to look at her very alone. What about what happened? I can say it was a remarkable experience, she smiles, laughs, then smiles again. I often shoot shit in English and talk about anything and everything. In the end we are talking about a lot of things and in our drink, a laugh and a kiss. At the end of the evening we say goodbye and I say "You are very funny, thanks."

In the morning I do not go to the stage, go to the park, not Hyde Park, prefersico the other is near. Rest there for a while to look around then I go up to Covent Garden underground and stay there to see who has the bigger head. My head is muffled, I seem to walk 30 inches off the ground or close to heaven depending on your point of view. I have a feeling the space / time very distorted. Late afternoon return to my room and call Christine.

He left me the number of his house. The night before, he told me that he lives with his sister who is now on. recorded a song as an answering machine that says it is a hoot. I dial the number.

"Hello ......." And begins a song for two voices is a disaster but definitely fun because you feel it was recorded in a time when the alcohol is going to take a trip outside of the liver and spent the evening with the duodenum.

At the end of the voicemail leave a message with my phone number. Phrases that do not mean anything but at the moment I seem intelligent and beautiful. After about half an hour the telephone rings. She '.

"Hello funny english! How are you? "Thus begins and is already over or maybe it iniziata..non know what, but I know that at that time" something "happened. Laughing and joking we arrange to meet for the evening. A payment is clear.

While we're on time, we decided to go get something to eat together. Idiota..non even know where to take her! I know of nothing more than the places I eat sandwiches or other crap in some pubs and I invited her out to eat! Christine arrives on time as always, a little in advance, and if yesterday had seemed nice, now I'm sure it is beautiful. I do not know yet where to go and she must have realized that they are a little messed up. It offers you a place nearby. Okay, go. It 'a place very similar to where I am going, sandwiches, some crap and nothing more. A beer and some crap that I honestly do not know what it is but I do not care. She is in front of me and that is enough and move forward. He tells me he wants to take the breast again would increase it. It seems to me that he is fine as it is. "Noooooooo .. i want to Became a third page girl." For those not practical, the girl of the third page told the newspaper "The Sun" in the third page is used to enter the topless photos of various starlets and is the most widely read page of the newspaper for the rest does seem "Corriere dei Piccoli" an authoritative magazine. We continue to discuss the size of her tits and generally the perfect size of boobs. All this with a normal tone of voice and what do I see that it's interesting that the other customers with looks more or less competent throw an eye on her tits Christine.

We go out and we are naturally embraced. Let's go back to my "home, sweet home."

And here begins another story.

Epilogue: ... ..and so be it

I open the door of my room and enters the light that is Christine. This time I set the question finanziara or rather do not have time because I sling a meter of language and explore my tonsils. Given the temperature, we move in a more consistent and start ...... "Wait a moment ..." he says and looks for something in her purse; something is a different way of saying "condom". It usually does not take long, but this time the search is longer than necessary. "Damned .." I understand that something is wrong or better than the "something" is not found. In practice we do not have condoms and it is not pleasant view of the situation of Big Ben which is in my part of the groin. There guardiamo..risata embarrassing and then the decision: get changed and go to look for condoms. Beh..situazione a little strange but ultimately fun. We go out laughing and she teases me wondering why I have a banana in my pants pocket ... "are you hungry?", Which establishes that, in this situation is something chock full of double meanings.

The first place to look for tells us badly, no condom. Let's open a self but even here there are. But they decided to fuck all night? The research leads us to another place but it's late and it's also well closed. Let's go back, it seems impossible but I have not found a condom. I'm pretty resigned and even Big Ben marks the six-thirty in peace. Christine looks at me and tells me sorry, that tomorrow if we want vederci..non figured no problem. A kiss and then another. He looks at me and then starts again and we find ourselves on the bed and Big Ben is back at midnight. I try to tell her that it's not ... I closed her lips with a finger and tells me that he trusts. At the moment I do not understand but it is only a matter of time. The rest of the notte..beh does not take a genius to figure out how it went.

It 'been with me all night. We did not talk about financial matters. I took her home. A nice apartment, nice, messy beyond belief that only can be the apartment of two girls who do not want to fix the house. I stop for a cup of tea, then you are already there we go eat something. And 'Saturday, Sunday I flew to Italy. I greet you with the promise that in a few hours I would be with her. And so it was.

Basically I moved from her missing three days at my plane and only live once ... ..

You know those weird movies with him and she running around with smiling faces morons with the merry jingle .. capelli..ecco sun and wind in the next three days were like that. I spent three days in another dimension. Sex? Much more and much more. The most beautiful things and memories are others. For example, when in the kitchen while we were eating a piece of pizza (pizza hut ...), she insisted on teaching me his song of the secretariat. What's so funny? Try singing in the mouth with a piece of pizza (pizza hut..intendo) with a naked girl sitting on your lap and then tell me ....

Then came Sunday. "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" is a song by U2 and is anything but that Sunday was truly cursed. But it was not as sad as you may think. The next morning found us awake, we spent the night talking and just talking. He accompanied me to the airport, I saw her for the last time through glass and it seemed more beautiful than the first day. A greeting, a smile and go, you only live once ...

I've never seen again Christine, I was in London at other times but never have I found the courage to try to call her, to find her. I did one evening a few years ago. A special evening where the head goes its own way and you draw imaginary lines from the budgets of life and you count the good things and the bad things that one has done. The number is still there, I even now after many years and so I called her that night. I was lucky, she was not but there was a song.

... .you Only live once ... But inside you will die many times.

Racconto d'inverno

Era un freddo dicembre del 1991 eppure la gente girava per le strade mangiando gelati a volontà, anche due o tre per volta. La prima volta che ho visto una cosa del genere sono rimasto di sasso; mi avevano detto un mucchio di cose ma questa era una novità. Poi la gentile interprete mi disse che era un modo come un altro per mangiare; il potere calorico del gelato era un valido aiuto alla dieta base dei moscoviti e dei russi in generale, il fatto che fosse dicembre poco importava ad un popolo abituato a temperature rigide e poi la consistenza del gelato russa era diversa.

Poco convinto mi spronò a fare una prova e aveva ragione; consistenza diversa, gusto ottimo e molto pastoso, un buon dessert che potevi effettivamente mangiare anche mentre cadeva la neve. Al noiosissimo pranzo di circostanza la vidi.

Alta, capelli leggermente ramati, un viso dolcissimo ma ben delineato e forte. Quando sento parlare delle donne russe la maggior parte delle volte viene fuori la parola “contadinotte”. Può darsi, il clima e il duro lavoro hanno segnato i volti delle maggior parti delle donne ma accanto a loro puoi trovare dei visi di una bellezza sconvolgente che ti lascia senza fiato.

More than once I stopped watching children on the street who were the personification of the putti of Giotto and Michelangelo. Natasha, belonged to the second category of women, if they were smart in that moment I would have signed anything to go off alone with her. I finally manage to talk to her, good English studied at university, better than mine.

I release the interpreter and ask her to take me around the city, but always trivial excuse efficace.Con surprise agree and begin to turn to Moscow still marked by a coup attempt. The front of the white house in Moscow, the parliament, still bears the marks of the guns of the tanks. The cold is terrible when we get to Arbat street but suddenly everything changes.

By her side I enter a new world and old at the same time. Stalls with all the possible and the impossible; Russian watches alongside beautiful sets of china, precious Baltic amber with fine carved ivories. Endless junk of the past regime, pictures of Lenin, Stalin, and anyone else who has had some charge, or plaster busts of iron or as you put voglia.Bandiere red, American, early punk, illegal money changers that change a dollar to 55 rubles while the official exchange rate stands at 2.80 as I recall.

In the midst of this humanity, Natasha quietly and a sweet smile with me and guide me from one stall to another. He asked prices, I recommend what to take and what to leave out. Non si accorge che non sto guardando le bancarelle ma lei e solo lei; il leggero nevischio che cade le ricopre i ciuffi di capelli che fuoriescono dal suo colbacco, sarà il freddo o sarò io ma i suoi occhi brillano di una luce speciale.

Dopo un po' andiamo in una traversa dell'Arbat dove girando un po' a destra e un po' a sinistra, troviamo finalmente un piccolo caffè in una vecchia cantina che il nuovo spirito pseudo capitalista ha fatto sorgere. Il “chai” tè russo servito nel classico bicchierone di vetro mi scalda come non mai o forse il fatto di essere lì con lei mi basta e avanza.

Resto a Mosca per altri cinque giorni. Natasha non l'ho conosciuta come escort, l'ho conosciuta in maniera diversa. E mi ha fatto conoscere in maniera diversa un grande Paese.

Luglio 1996 sono tornato a Mosca per l'ultima volta.

Il vecchio Inturist vicino alla Piazza Rossa è un residuato bellico confronto ai nuovi alberghi. Per le strade le mercedes e bmw dei nuovi ricchi sfrecciano in mezzo alle lada. Passo dall'Arbat e un'infinita tristezza mi colpisce appena vedo una bella insegna “Pizzeria Bella Italia”. Forse sono gli stessi italiani mafiosi che incontrai nel night del “Pribaltiskaja” a San Pietroburgo nel 1992 e che discutevano amabilmente di cosa “importare” ed “esportare” fiduciosi del fatto che il napoletano non è lingua di facile accesso se non si hanno amici napoletani.

Dove c'era un fantastico negozietto di antichità, ora c'è uno stupido negozio di vestiti. Per strada non mi fermo più ad osservare i bambini; alla sera vedo solo ragazzine che aspettano lungo la strada. Il progresso non può essere fermato; forse…. ma in alcuni casi dovrebbe essere fermato.

Non ho più rivisto Natasha; non ho mai voluto rivederla, forse ho fatto bene o forse ho fatto male,di certo questa storia mi rimarrà dentro e sarà sempre uno degli innumerevoli incroci che ho dovuto affrontare nella vita e dove il mio destino è cambiato a seconda di quale strada ho preso.

Con affetto Bibi

PS Stanotte a mosca ha nevicato e fa freddo.

PP.SS. Ho deciso di riprendere le quattro stagioni. “Racconto d'inverno” è una cosa scritta tanto tempo fa e pubblicata in un forum e che ho riportato integralmente; anche gli altri racconti sono oramai già stati scritti ma non è detto che non farò integrazioni.

Una nota a margine del già inserito “Racconto d'autunno”: è un racconto che va interpretato localizzandolo nel forum dove è stato proposto ed avendo una minima esperienza del vissuto raccontato.

Nuova iniziativa

Penso di essere arrivato al termine del viaggio. Questa è stata una bella esperienza maforse è finita. Ho fatto altre cose e son tornato ad altre cose che mi piacciono di più. Se poi queste andranno a finir nella palta…pazienza. E' qualche tempo che studio ed imparo. Ho deciso di metter su un forum. Tutti dicono che i forum son finiti; può essere ma i blog mi annoiano e quindi torno al primo amore. Tra breve inserirò il linke se qualcuno vorrà visitarlo…prego.

Attenzione però!!! Forum vietato ai minori dato che tratterà sempre e comunque di un argomento “proibito” e cioè escort, sesso ed affini. A presto e buone feste.

A Romanian history

Come molti ho avuto anch'io occasione nelle mie frequentazioni di incrociare delle escort rumene. Oddio, magari definirle “escort” è forse troppo, meglio magari il termine “loft” ma poco importa.

La chiamerò “Gala”, nome di fantasia anche perchè non so che fine abbia fatto. E' una storia cherisale a qualche anno fa, direi circa 7 o 8 per la precisione. Era il mio periodo di “ritorno” all'attività di fruitore di servizi di sesso a pagamento (puttaniere in vulgaris…).