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"No, there's Carlo tomorrow ..."
"..."
"But no, you are quiet! See you from me. "
"..."
"Yes, part tomorrow to Florence."
"..."
"Work."
"..."
"All right, love. See you this afternoon then. "

A betrayal takes time to a telephone call. Then the lady is recomposes, watching the young man seated in front of you with the cap in your ears, your gaze away and gives a mocking smug, supreme index of his "having done again." The young man with the cap in your ears - which, incidentally, I would - actually has the iPod off. I have noticed when it started to ring the phone, a colossal smile crossed his face and has become suddenly more beautiful than you actually are not. What intrigued me and I paused the song I was listening, without seeing me. The wagon is almost empty; eye and a cross, we are the only two living within ten meters. The lady speaks for a couple of minutes, has a tone of voice not grotesqueries accomplice and gesturing, the system simply board the blouse. The eyes of twist here and there, and I lean slightly 'from the seat. Overlapping a couple of times your legs. After about thirty seconds, distracting the eye and I continue to listen. Outside the flows fast Calabrian landscape; fronds of olive trees is a affrattagliano vines now extinct. If there were these horrendous windows permanently closed and sealed, you could hear the strong smell of the countryside. As soon as his farewell party, I turn. Noto his gaze rest on me. Then I ignore. A few minutes later extinguished all too clearly the iPod, our eyes cross and I mention a complicit smile. She understands. Sbarra eyes for a moment, then repents of that gesture. Certainly does not want to afford the luxury of me understand that you have understood that I understood. At the beginning of the journey, even when the train blast nell'Agro Roman, we exchanged a few words, the usual convenevoli: what do in life, what you study, how you live. The talks between banalissimi traveling companions are forced to live compressed into a few meters of space. But after that phone call, our intimacy has become almost obscene. I do not feel I should have those words and she did not say due. It 'a subtle exchange of venial sins, both of which draw new life. She is not sure that I understand and I am not sure that you have understood that I understood. Simple. Linear. Almost comic in its cool calculator. System for the umpteenth time, the legs and then gives me a question. Makes the most naive Accommodating as those who try to shield the coup showing even more the next. And it is at that moment that I feel shaken, yes, falters despite its safety, despite the fact that she intends to defend himself until the last with the only weapon he knows: the obvious. I remember an old story of the detective Sherlock Holmes, the actor and his helper trust should seek a letter in an apartment. Watson does not know where to start and asks for help to his friend detective. The answer is spiazzante: "Elementary, Watson. We must search the postman. The best way to find something you look exactly where it should be, as the best way to hide something is hidden exactly the place where you normally pose. "The lady tries his defense. And it does so in the most catastrophic way. The reputation intelligent, just minutes before. The betrayal of a woman can have only two modus operandi: the overwhelming intellect or her or him perfect idiocy.
"And you? Do you have a girlfriend? "
Her husband is un'idiota.

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