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, you do not have constraints 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 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 call them "internships" in reality for me is a vacation full time.
I take home in a central area. The first attempt was a disaster hallucinating, contact an agency that finds me a "kind location" ... near Kings Cross Railroad Station. Translated into practice, I find 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.
Apart from the process in common with a group of strangers who have to guess 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 magnificent corner with a view to "pizza hut" and consequent usufruct 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 yourself in peace and have all the mitigating of the case.
Step two nights in my great room, sleeping little but clutching a healthy and sincere friendship with a family of cockroaches living there for three generations. By day I spend time looking for an accommodation where to relocate even though I know that doing so will break your heart to my room neighbor, a young Spanish arrived two days before me that on my arrival 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 just to leave. The new "location" decidedly more welcoming. I found another room in Knightsbridge. How to say from rags to riches. For those not practical, it is (..era..forse still is ..) a very pretty, very close to Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, near the legendary King's Road (the road famous for fashion). short I like it says "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 I see in the distance a piece of the park and then it says that happiness is hard to get!
For three or four days fooling around in 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 discover the London squares and streets strangest and then step to the London tourist with all stops classic that is useless to list. Remarkable thing, a little bar with authentic Italian coffee in the heart of Soho.
Soho is rather a disappointment crazy, neighborhood life 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. Some discos everywhere and I find the Camden area. In short, the first week I like to fuck right and left as few.
I start the internship, minimum commitment and 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 nice 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 immediately. The first time I telfonato from a booth, I was astonished; throughout the cabin was covered 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 pastry.
And here begins the story.
Part One: the pastry or easy sex
What does a child left alone in a bakery? Obvious ... taste the pastries.
And then one day I find myself at the regent's park sitting on a bench with a business card in hand. Black with a gold ticket written in italics great "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 really 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 "excuse but why do not you look for one without paying? a normal girl like all ". Well, in fact I also found a couple of girls "normal" but normality is a very relative concept in England and in London means specially. 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 find myself with two girls in the group, nothing special, but pretty average. "Italians do it better" and crap like this and in the end He found me 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" but will have been alcohol or other at the end it turned out well with two girls "normal".
I attend 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 also 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 can Farel a favor. "Of course," replied the turkey Italian 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 are now model puppy cooker and stares at me hopefully. What do you think has answered an authentic Italian gentleman d.oc.? That's right, just that. Incidentally I have no ulterior motives but rest a little surprised by the request and still advance that this loan is yet to be welded at a distance of years. Let's say I have funded the development of an emerging country of Eastern Europe.
This explains why the use of tickets and announcements. Much more relaxing and less complications and misunderstandings. If I go out with a call-girls and asks me this money is not surprised the rest, it is 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 him quietly.
The choice is vast and diverse, is a supermarket open 24 of 24. There are sectoral agencies and ethnic for fans of the genre. I do not have particular tastes and so I go about things classic. 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: She
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. Defining moment: a girl solar.
First rule finance issues with the usual envelope and then begin to talk a bit. Beh..non talk to much to be honest because I honestly can not resist much to watch it only. What about what happened? I can say it was a remarkable experience, she smiles, laughs and then smiles again. I often shoot crap in English and I talk about everything and more. In 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 I say, "You are very funny, thanks."
In the morning I do not go to the stage, I go to the park, not to Hyde Park, prefersico another one next. Rest there for a while to look around then I go on the subway up to Convent Garden and rest there watching who has the bigger head. My head is muffled, I seem to walk 30 inches from the ground or close to the sky depending on your point of view. I have a feeling space / time decidedly distorted. Late in the afternoon back in my room and call Christine.
I left 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 in two voices which is a disaster but definitely fun because you feel that 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 answering leave a message with my phone number. Sentences that do not want to say anything but that 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 moment" something "happened. Laughing and joking we arrange to meet us for the evening. A payment is clear.
While we're on time, we decide to go eat something together. Idiota..non even know where to take! 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 is beautiful. I do not know yet where to go and she must have realized that they are a little messed up. Offers her a place close. 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's enough and advances. He tells me he wants to get the breast again would increase it. It seems to me that is fine as it is. "Noooooooo .. i want to Became a third page girl!". For those not practical, the girl of the third page is reported to the newspaper "The Sun" in the third page that has a habit of inserting the topless pictures of various starlets and is the most read page of the newspaper that for the rest does seem "Corriere dei Piccoli" an authoritative magazine. We continue to discuss the size of her tits and in general the perfect size boobs. All this with a normal tone of voice and the thing I see that it's interesting that the other customers with looks more or less competent throw an eye on 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 does not rule the question finanziara or rather do not have time because I sling a meter of language and explores 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 rather that 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 located in my part of the groin. There guardiamo..risata embarrassing and then the decision: get changed and go to look for the condom. 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?" So that that, in this situation is something chock full of double meanings.
The first place to look for tells us bad, 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 six thirty in peace. Christine looks at me and tells me that sorry, that tomorrow if we want vederci..non figured no problem. A kiss and then another. He looks at me and then starts over, and we find ourselves on the bed and the Big Ben is back at midnight. I try to tell her that it is not ... I closed my lips with a finger and tells me that he trusts. At the moment I do not understand but it is only a matter of a moment. The rest of notte..beh not take a genius to figure out how it went.
E 'remained with me all night. We have not talked about financial issues. I took her home. A nice apartment, cute, messy to capacity 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 you are already 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.
Basically I move 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 faces with the idiots with the jingle cheerful .. capelli..ecco sun and wind in 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 the best 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 legs 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 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 never see again Christine, I was in London before but never have I found the courage to try to call her, to find her. I did it one night a few years ago. A special evening where the head goes its own way and you draw imaginary lines of the financial statements of life and you count the good things and the bad things that one did. The number is always there, I even now after many years and so that night I called. I was lucky, she was not but there was a little song.
... .you Live once ... but inside you die many times.