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.