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Storia della settimana
For the umpteenth time, the lady of the fourth plane went down in the yard. Every day she takes the stairs, there is no elevator in this building, and his handicapped daughter, confined to a wheelchair, call me asking to recover his mother's asshole.
When I go to take that woman I don't feel like me get the gifts from her daughter. I simply say, - Mrs. Olga, you must return home. It's cold.
She is an accumulation of years crammed into a body so tiny that, because of the excessive weight, she is a whole movement of the shoulders, hips and ankles dragged out and a little at a time. She walks like a roast tied from head to knees.
The first time I went, I caught her staring at the balcony of Agostoni and she told me she was waiting to see her neighbor splat on the ground.
- Why? - I asked.
- Because she promised her husband - Mr. Olga replied candidly, - she has promised thats he would be thrown off the balcony before going to see him to go at work. So she finally succeeded in making him to cancel all his shitty appointments.
Ms. Olga uses these words, because she is such fucking old but not senile.
- When it's time for news of the night, - she went on in the story, - Mrs. Agostoni screams and yells to her husband as if he were a stranger living in hes house. Sooner or later have to jump off, what do you think - Mrs. Olga asked me, and without even waiting for my reply ended - we hope to see a show better than those in television.
Unfortunately for her, Mrs. Agostoni never falls, probably convinced that something must not be worth it, and Mrs. Olga there is terrible. She always goes down, but lately she is less convinced, but could not forgive herself for losing the event.
At first I was convinced to bring the lady to her daughter Olga, who was waiting with a ladle in her hand knowing that it would not have been of no avail. Now I do not get to take her, bring her a blanket to put around her shoulders and together we are waiting. She tells me stories while we are there.
Once she told me about growing up in a small town in the suburbs where the houses were not higher than two floors. She says that in those parts was not possible to die throwing himself off the roof. According to her campaign had this defect. And she confessed to having a great desire to recover the lost time to make bows, as the nuns had taught with a rigid and bigoted education. Mrs. Olga argued that taking revenge for everything that they did suffer when she was a girl, even if it still does not feel like spitting in someone's face.
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