Prologo: tempo e luogo
Londra, tanto tempo fa.
Come si fa a non innamorarsi di una città così quando non si hanno grossi problemi, non si hanno vincoli e ti girano un pò di soldi in tasca?
In quel periodo della mia vita ero in questa idilliaca condizione; giovane ma non troppo, nessun vincolo particolare, discreta disponibilità finanziaria dovuta ad un buon lavoro e nessun mutuo da pagare. In questa condizione mi trovo a vivere a Londra per circa un mese. Li chiamano “stage formativi”, in realtà per me è una vacanza a tempo pieno.
Prendo casa in una zona centrale. Il primo tentativo è un disastro allucinante, contatto un'agenzia che mi trova una “kind location”…vicino a Kings Cross Railroad Station. Tradotto in pratica mi trova un cesso di camera in una specie di ostello vicino alla stazione di kings Cross, quella dove son bruciate una valanga di persone durante un incendio.
Apart from the process in common with a group of strangers at a guess they 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 that is not very frequent among the patrons of the sidewalks surrounding nightlife, here is the picture of a perfect place where you can shoot yourself 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 found another room in Knightsbridge. How to tell from rags to riches. For those who were not practical, it is (.. was .. maybe it still is ..) a very pretty area, a stone's throw from Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, close to the legendary King's Road (the street famous for fashion). . then how do you 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 it says 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 strangest and then step guide to London with all the stops classic that it is unnecessary 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 in the convent garden and the theater district. Dancing a little bit everywhere and I find the area of Camden. In short, 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 is a godsend. Among other things, it is not even very far away, 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 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 that I saw right away. The first time I telfonato from a booth, I was surprised; throughout the cabin was covered with andesivi and business cards for escorts, bdsm, ethnic, call girls, call-boys ... ect ect. in short, all the samples 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 ..... remember?
"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 really 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.
After Mercedes try some other girl. Someone may say, "but why do not excuse you're looking for a no pay? 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 dards and lose without restraint, 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 similar crap and I finally found himself to sleep by them. Sleep .. understatement to say that I am to spend the night with them. I have never been a lover of the orgy, dell'ammucchiata, I do not like the traffic "on the bed" but will have been alcohol or another eventually ended up with two girls so "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 important of 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 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 big blue eyes that are now puppy model of 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 rest a little surprised by the request and in any case the 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 with two and we end up in bed, I'm not surprised, it is normal. You only live once and that shit .. at least quietly.
The choice is wide and varied, it is a supermarket open 24 to 24. There are ethnic and sectoral agencies 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 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 hues 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 the financial matters with the usual envelope and then begin to talk a little bit. Well .. we do not 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, then laughs and 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 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 and then go to the subway up to Covent Garden and rest there to see who has the bigger head. I muffled my head, 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 his home number. 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 voicemail leave a message with my phone number. Phrases that do not mean anything but that at the moment I seem smart and beautiful. After about half an hour the phone rings. And 'her.
"Hello funny italian! How are you? "Thus begins and it is already finished or maybe it started .. I do not 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. Idiot .. do not even know where to take her! I do not know who the other places where I eat sandwiches or some other crap in the pub 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 close by. Ok, gone. It 'a place very similar to where I'm 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 her breast again would increase it. It seems to me that he is fine as it is. "Noooooooo .. i want to page Became a third girl." For those who were not practical, the girl of the third page is told the newspaper "The Sun" on the third page that has a habit of inserting the topless photos of various starlets and is the most widely read newspaper page that makes it seem like the rest "Corriere dei Piccoli" an authoritative header. We continue to discuss the size of her tits and in general 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 patrons 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 is
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 night. I was lucky, she was there but there was not a song.
.... You only live once .... but inside you die many times.