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?
In that period of my life I was in this idyllic condition, but not too young, no constraints particular, 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 for 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 close to Kings Cross station, the one where I burned a ton of people during a fire.
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 at making 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 inserted 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 frequenters 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 wonderful nights in my room, sleeping little, but clutching 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 relocate to where 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 just 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 (.. was .. maybe it still is ..) a very nice area, very close to Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, close to the legendary King's Road (the road famous for fashion). . short, as 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 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 strangest and then step to the London tourist with all the stops classic is useless to enumerate. Remarkable thing, a little bar with authentic Italian coffee in the heart of Soho.
Soho instead is 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. In short, the first week I like to fuck right and left like few others.
I begin 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 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 I've seen right away. The first time I telfonato from a payphone, I was astonished; throughout the cabin was covered with andesivi and business cards for 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 begins the story.
Part One: the pastry or easy sex
What does a child left alone in a bakery? Obvious ... taste the pasta.
And then one day I am at the regent's park sitting on a bench with a business card in his hand. Black with a gold ticket written 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 exactly cheap, I would say pricey but does nothing. I will not tell you 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 try 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 in London, xdux.net. One evening I spend the evening in a pub drinking beer and playing dards and lose without restraint, however, I refer with 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 similar crap and I finally found himself to sleep from them. Sleep .. understatement 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 will have 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 important of 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, the girl has about twenty-two, blonde, a beautiful body and two blue eyes that are now model puppy cooker and stares at me hopefully. What do you think has answered a true gentleman Italian d.oc.? Yeah, that's what. Incidentally I have no ulterior motives but I am a little surprised by the request, and still 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 appeal to business and to the 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 shit .. at least quietly.
The choice is vast and diverse, it is a supermarket open 24 to 24. There are sectoral agencies and ethnic for lovers of the genre. I do not have specific tastes and then go on classic things. One evening I call an agency and I answered a guy nice enough, fixed the meeting and sent me home the girl Christine.
And here begins another story.
Part Two: You
Christine arrives on time like a Swiss watch. I open the door and the space is occupied by a mass of blonde hair curly, 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. Definition of the moment: a calendar girl.
First rule issues financed by the usual envelope and then begin to talk a little bit. Well .. we do not talk to much to tell the truth because honestly I can not resist a lot to look at her 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 salute you and says "You are very funny, thanks."
In the morning I do not go to the stage, go to the park, not to Hyde Park, prefersico the other one next. Rest there for a while then I'm going to look around on the underground up to Covent Garden and stand there and look at 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 space / time very distorted. In the late afternoon return in my room and I 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 that 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 secretariat 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 started .. I do not know what, but I know that at that precise moment" 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 that 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 usual, even a little in advance and if yesterday had seemed beautiful, now I'm sure: it's 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 near. Ok, gone. It 'a place very similar to where I go, 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. 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 third page is the girl 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 page of the newspaper for the rest makes it seem "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 also affects other patrons with that looks more or less competent throw an eye on Christine's tits.
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 open the door of my room and enters the light that is Christine. This time does not rule the question finanziara or rather do not have time because I sling a meter of language and explores my tonsils. Due to 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 condom and it is not pleasant view of the situation of Big Ben which is located in my part of the groin. We look awkward laugh .. and then the decision: get changed and go to look for the condom. Well .. the situation a little strange but ultimately fun. We go out laughing and she teases me wondering why I have a banana in your pocket ... "are you hungry?" That dictates that, in this situation is something chock full of double meanings.
The first place to try tells us badly, no condom. Let's try a self open but even here there are. But they decided to fuck all tonight? The research leads us to another place but it's late and it is also well closed. Let's go back, it seems impossible but I have not found a condom. I'm quite resigned and even Big Ben marks the six and a half hours in peace. Christine looks at me and tells me sorry that I can meet you tomorrow if I want to .. no problem figured. A kiss and then another. She looks at me again and then it 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 night .. well it does not take a genius to figure out how it went.
It 'stayed with me all night. We did not talk about financial matters. I walked her home. A nice apartment, cute, messy beyond belief as only can be the apartment of two girls who do not want to fix the house. I stop for a cup of tea and then while I'm there we go eat something. And 'Thursday, 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.
In practice, I moved from her missing three days at my plane and you only live once .....
You know those weird movies with him and she who go around smiling with cheerful faces morons with the jingle .. sun and wind in my hair .. here the next three days were so. 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 the same song as the secretariat. What's so funny? Try singing in the mouth with a piece of pizza (pizza hut .. I mean) 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 talk. He drove 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, looking for her. I did one evening a few years ago. A special evening where the head goes its own way and you draw imaginary lines budgets of life and you count the good things and the bad things that one has done. The number is always 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.