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"Age does not matter!" read the slogan on the poster in large letters, posted a bit 'everywhere, announcing the annual Winter Olympics Geriatric organized by the small town overlooking the sea, at the beginning of November for the Week of the Dead, on whose beaches played tots Cochi and Renato Alberto Sordi and quoted in his film of the '70s, with the famous line "we send to A. my workers. "The program included a variety of disciplines, among which the sack race wear, competition to see who could swallow more to camomile, the one who finds it first, only for gentlemen men, the 4x3 meter relay cylinder oxygen to witness the launch of the rack, the prize of Methuselah, the construction in the shortest time for a mahogany coffin, complete with accessories. On the latter was given the opportunity to play for the Wild, normally assigned to a local funeral home already shipwright, who led and advised the elderly weds carpenters suggesting how to make the most of their work. The announcement, as every Autumn, had brought a state of excitement buzzing wintering in the community. All were preparing to challenge with a commitment and a fit of fury that recalled the tomb when tearing the slalom on the slopes of the eternal glaciers. Some very old athletes came to town specifically to attend. Among them, each year the famous goalkeeper dell'Atalanta Pier Luigi Pizzaballa the presence of which was known to some but no one could ever see it, they find it. Disappeared as the time of the album Panini football season '63 / '64, where his figure was a cause of despair, frustration and trauma for thousands of future children of that time and is still sought by collectors from the few surviving manic tenacity. On November 1 hundreds of old men gathered great on the beach wearing the uniform of the order consists of long-sleeved undershirt and long johns in coarse wool types, padded with felt slippers, white skull cap with pom pom stick support bearing the registration number, hand carved, K-ration based of assorted medicines. From the usual bench with attached old accordionist from his eyes and beard diavoleschi which no one knew the age, but it seems that the Romans built when they had knowledge of the Aurelia Antica, left the poignant notes of the opening of the Games. There was the lighting of the Olympic Cauldron by an employee of the gas and, soon after the flag hoisting by the Office of Social Services. The first race was scheduled for the relay 4x3 with oxygen tank. The participants, thirty-two old men Arzilli mixed by sex, are arranged in rows of four on the eight-lane ring of sand that move was rather due to a strong Mistral wind from the Earth by hatred of France. The Mayor, visibly moved by so much to share in, raised his automatic pistol from accincendosi starter to kick off the race. Unfortunately, there were two mishaps. A violent gust of wind filled the eyes of sand and the gun turned out to be a Kalashnikov gun tracer. The First Citizen improvident, by the sudden blindness, raised his arm at shoulder level and pulled the trigger. The blast that followed was received by the audience sound with applause and shouts of joy mistakenly believed an advance of fireworks planned for the evening when there was the expected Party of soup. When the cloud of exhaust fumes and light from the tracer gun is all thinned out they realized what happened. Thirty-two fearless competitors were lying on the sand, some caught in poses that is inconsistent, dyed red. Ambulances rushed to the Green Cross, sirens blaring. The soldiers collected the bodies. Fortunately, the race for the construction of coffins had just ended. The Games were declared closed for mourning and were never organized. The Administration offered a soy ice cream at all and was confirmed in blocking the election later. The accordion is still there, still playing peeping from under his dark glasses on the tourists go and is the last guardian of this story. So even if they say no one has ever heard of.
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