Prologue: time and place
London, a 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?
In that period of my life I was in this idyllic condition; young but not too much, no particular constraint, discrete financial availability 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 to me is a vacation full time.
I take home in a central location. The first attempt is a disaster hallucinating, contact an agency that finds me a "kind location" ... near Kings Cross Station Railroad. Translated into practice, I found a toilet room in a kind of hostel near the station of Kings Cross, the one where I burned a ton of people during a fire.
A part of the process in common 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 some problem with the proper 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 magnificent views 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 an 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 that 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 an accommodation within the reach of my finances. Incidentally, I would be willing to steal the crown jewels in order to leave. The new "location" decidedly more welcoming. I have found another room in Knightsbridge. How to tell from rags to riches. For those not practical, it is (..era..forse still is ..) a very nice area, within walking distance from Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, close to the legendary King's Road (the famous street for fashion). .insomma how to say "I turned."
The rent and also has turned 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 fooling 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 strangest and then step guide to London with all the stops classic that it is pointless to list. Remarkable thing, 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 area of Camden. Well, the first week I like to fuck right and left like few others.
I begin the internship, commitment and minimum frequency only in the morning, in practice it's 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 whole series of old style houses with white colonnades that is contaminated by a strong presence of the 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 from a booth, I was astonished; throughout the cabin was covered with andesivi and business cards for escort, escorts, bdsm, ethnic, call girls, call-boys ... ect ect. in short, the whole sample was at hand. The feeling was that of a child left alone in the bakery.
And here the story begins.
Part One: the pastry or easy sex
What does a child left alone in a bakery? Of course ... taste the pastries.
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?" Sure you can help me ... and so between a joke and a bit of embarrassment fixed the meeting. It is not exactly cheap, I would say pricey but does nothing. 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.
Mercedes try after some other girl. Can anyone say "sorry but why do not you look for one without paying? a normal girl like everyone else. " Well, in fact I even found a couple of girls "normal" but normality is a very relative concept in England and London means specially. One evening I spend the evening in a pub drinking beer and playing recklessly and lose dards, however, I am referring to the snooker. Between dard, a beer and a game of snooker, I make friends with abitueè the pub. It 'a rare and difficult thing. 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 find myself with two girls in the group, nothing special, but pretty average. "Italians do it better" and crap like this and I finally found himself to sleep from 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", however, will have been alcohol or another in the end it turned out well with two girls "normal."
Seeing 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 cute 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 asks 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, a beautiful body, two blue eyes that now are model puppy cooker and stares at me hopefully. What do you think has answered an authentic Italian gentleman d.oc.? Yeah, just that. Incidentally I have no ulterior motives but rest a little surprised by the request and in any event advance that this loan is yet to be paid years later. Let's say that 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 this asks me the rest of the money is not surprised, it is normal. if I go out with two and we end up in bed, I'm not surprised, it is normal. You only live once and that cazzo..almeno quietly.
The choice is wide and varied, it is a supermarket open 24 to 24 Are there sectoral agencies and ethnic for lovers of the genre. I do not have particular tastes and then go on classic things. One evening I call an agency and I answered a nice enough guy, fixed the meeting and sent me home the 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 with golden reflections smiling and shining with its own light. "Hi, i'm Christine" has a beautiful voice, friendly and kind, cheerful. Definition of the day: 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 only. What about what happened? I can say it was a remarkable experience, she smiles, laughs and then smiles again. I often shoot shit in English and talk about anything and everything. At the end we are talking about a lot of things and our between a drink, a laugh and a kiss. At the end of the evening we say goodbye and tells me "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 from the ground or close to heaven depending on your point of view. I have a feeling the space / time considerably distorted. In the 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. have 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 that you 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 phone rings. And 'her.
"Hello funny italian! How are you? "Thus begins and is already over or maybe it iniziata..non know what, but I know that at that precise moment" something "happened. Laughing and joking arrange to meet us 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 do not know who the other places where 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 her a place nearby. Ok, gone. 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 get the breast again would increase. It seems to me that he is fine as it is. "Noooooooo .. i want to page Became a third girl." For those not practical, the girl of the third page is told the newspaper "The Sun" in the third page that has a habit of inserting the topless photos of various starlets and is the most read page of the newspaper for the rest makes it seem il “Corriere dei Piccoli” un'autorevole testata. Continuiamo a discutere della dimensione delle sue tette ed in generale della dimensione perfetta delle tette. Tutto questo con un tono di voce normale e la cosa vedo che interessa anche gli altri avventori che con sguardi più o meno competenti buttano un occhio sulle tette di Christine.
Usciamo e siamo naturalmente abbracciati. Andiamo verso la mia “home, sweet home”.
E qui comincia un'altra storia.
Epilogo: …..e così sia
Apro la porta della mia cameretta ed entra la luce cioè Christine. Questa volta non regolo la questione finanziara o meglio non ho tempo perchè mi fionda un metro di lingua ed esplora le mie tonsille. Vista la temperatura ambiente ci spostiamo in luogo più consono ed iniziamo…… “Wait a moment…” mi dice e cerca qualcosa nella borsetta; qualcosa è un modo diverso di dire “condom”. Di solito non ci mette molto ma stavolta la perquisizione è più lunga del dovuto. “Damned..” capisco che qualcosa non va o meglio che il “qualcosa” non si trova. In pratica non abbiamo condom e la cosa non è piacevole vista la situazione del Big Ben che si trova dalle mie parti inguinali. Ci guardiamo..risata imbarazzante e poi decisione: ci si riveste e si va a cercare i condom. Beh..situazione un pò strana ma alla fine divertente. Usciamo ridendo e lei mi prende in giro chiedendomi perchè ho una banana nella tasca dei pantaloni…”are you hungry?” che detta così, in questa situazione è una cosa piena zeppa di doppi sensi.
Il primo posto dove cerchiamo ci dice male, niente condom. Proviamo un self aperto ma anche qui non ci sono. Ma hanno deciso di scopare tutti stasera? La ricerca ci porta in un altro posto ma orami è tardi ed è chiuso. Torniamo indietro, sembra impossibile ma non ho trovato un condom. Sono abbastanza rassegnato ed anche il Big Ben segna le sei e mezza in tutta tranquillità. Christine mi guarda e mi dice che le spiace, che domani se voglio possiamo vederci..non c'è problema figurati. Un bacio e poi un altro. Mi guarda ancora e poi ricomincia e ci ritroviamo sul letto ed il Big Ben è tornato a mezzanotte. Provo a dirle che non è …mi chiude le labbra con un dito e mi dice che si fida. Al momento non capisco ma è solo questione di un momento. Il resto della notte..beh non ci vuole un genio a capire come è andata.
E' rimasta con me tutta la notte. Non abbiamo parlato di questioni finanziarie. L'ho accompagnata a casa. Un bel appartamento, carino, disordinato all'inverosimile come solo può essere l'appartamento di due ragazze che non hanno voglia di sistemare casa. Mi fermo per un thè e poi già che sono lì andiamo mangiare qualcosa. E' giovedì, domenica ho l'aereo per l'Italia. La saluto con la promessa che tra poche ore sarei stato da lei. E così è stato.
In pratica mi trasferisco da lei, mancano tre giorni al mio aereo e si vive una volta sola…..
You know those weird movies with him and she running around with smiling faces morons with the merry jingle .. sun and wind in capelli..ecco the three following days were like that. I spent three days in another dimension. Sex? And so much more, but not only. The most beautiful things and memories are others. For example, when in the kitchen while we ate a piece of pizza (pizza hut ...), she insisted to teach his little 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 a 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 a 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 of 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 evening. I was lucky, she was not but there was a little song.
.si ... Only live once ... but inside you die so many times.