That evening, when the great central blew up, he was listening to Keaton. R The grind of Francesco Guccini spreads in the rooms, giving tone and color to a story of jazz and regret.
The house where he was had bought the day before. A real opportunity.
The old owners had put up for sale frightened by the huge gray building that the government had decided to place here, in the middle of the countryside, far away as possible from population centers.
The site was chosen after lengthy negotiations with environmentalists, the committee opposed to nuclear energy, whole populations throughout the country. None wanted it. Eventually it was decided to that place, considering the only possible. There was only one old house, lonely and lost in the countryside, practically uninhabited because the owners lived in the city and used it rarely, for some weekends.
him the money he had always had a few and this was the only house which, with its meager resources, it could have.
The deal was concluded quickly with mutual satisfaction.
The notary at the time to validate the document, asked him if he was sure he wants to really and he said yes with a nod. Sellers, not noticing the gesture and hearing no response, feared he had changed his mind and, without thinking twice, the proposed an additional discount of thirty thousand euro, of course, he gladly accepted. At the end of the house cost almost nothing and even gave him a pair of overalls antinuclear, complete with mask equipped with special filters to breathe, practically new. The accepted, thanking the thought, with a kindly smile. The keys were handed over the sealed in a plastic bag tightly closed. The same evening he
removal of the few things that had piled up in a small warehouse of a friend, arranged in bulk and prepared the bed bed with the only pair of sheets that had and went to sleep.
slept well. In the morning he woke up happy. Prepared and consumed a hearty breakfast on the patio, warmed by a beautiful morning sun, comfortably seated in a rocking chair. Then he decided to get more familiar with his new home. He noticed how big it was. Arranged on two floors, with an area of \u200b\u200bnearly two hundred square meters, has many more rooms than they had counted when, a month earlier, he had seen, rather casually, with her daughter of the owners. Then hurry to finish and did not consider it necessary to study it better. The price was so cheap that he contented himself to give you a look at it, trusting the plan of the land. Now, looking with particular attention, was really beautiful, with large spaces of light, warm, hot. After the round of patrol returned to the kitchen, he prepared another cup of coffee and decided, soon after, to make a jump to the nearest supermarket for a while 'expense. The refrigerator was empty and sadly had to cheer him up by filling it with something. He took the bike had no other means of locomotion, and began to pedal. Passing by the nuclear power plant stopped to observe it. It seemed deserted. The surrounding area was large and surrounded by barbed wire. Some signs depicting the symbol of radiation radioactive enjoined not to go beyond it. Others, with skull and crossbones, warned of a possible danger of death. Not noticed any movement or person.
He thought that everything was carefully exaggerated. The plant was built with the latest techniques and carefully following all safety rules. He had read about but had been confirmed by TG. He believed in institutions, trust the scientists and then the world, she also, somehow, go ahead.
again down the road planning to herself on the pedals. He walked several miles along dirt paths without meeting anyone. Then came the main road asphalt to cool. There he saw a blue arrow that indicated the next country. Stood only four km.
When he got there he found it strangely deserted. Everything was in order but there was not a living soul. The grocery store was open, lights on, the shelves full. He took a basket and filled it with what he needed. When he came to the cashier, the cashier was not there. He looked around and saw no attendant. He waited five minutes and then decided not care, picked up some biodegradable bags from the basket under the counter, filled them with what he got and went out. Nobody stopped him and accused him of theft. Arranged in two shopping bags mounted on the bike rack and returned home. When he arrived, after a couple of hours, it was almost evening. He entered and walked into the kitchen. You put the bags on the marble table and emptied them one by one by placing the whole, neatly in the refrigerator. Leaving only a tetrapack containing orange juice. He opened it and took a long sip. He moved, with the juice in hand, in the living room. Here is dropped on the couch and stretched his feet on the seat in front. Smiling, happy, lucky and it was said, although an atheist, for once, he thanked God he took the
Guccini CD and put it in the player. ; ; ;
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