pm and 6.30 am 'will be a party. The area is' one of those defined as "emerging", that is financially accessible to a few close friends. The surrounding landscape resembles that of Hiroshima after the dropping of the atomic bomb: the ruins of abandoned factories, the wrecks of cars, barbed wire and rubble. Young professionals love to move there in his career, and say that 'a quiet place, high development potential. At the moment the first oasis reached for supply and 'to 7 hours of camel, not considering the Greenwich Mean Time. To get there you use the taxi and the taxi driver leave you $ 20 bucks for your trouble.
- are Hi Nikita. Yes, one of the blog.
- Ah! Beautiful, beautiful indeed.
- Ah! Read it?
- Yes, but I do not know Italian.
- Ah, vabbe '...
The apartment is' cute, very yuppy. A little 'ethnic but also vintage and avant-garde ... ... maybe fusion.
There are a lot of starters around and serve the wine helps the French but real food not even a shadow.
nice people, very nice if you avoid noting how they dress. Accountant Filini, by comparison, was a man of haute couture. A sweet boy
about 185 kg with a polo shirt with stripes, so to mask the overweight wandered with a saucer in his hand when, for reasons still under investigation, the enormous mass of flesh and fat layers staggered dangerously biased towards the of solid walnut and glass coffee table vintage, set up for the occasion with canapés and capers to the tuna sauce and slices of salami with pistachio Braccioni and waving in the air looking for a foothold, aime 'unobtainable, falling into ruin over the appetizers, and then slipping under the upright piano which, in turn, struck the guard, takes his revenge by making it rain on his back the entire collection of family photos from the Renaissance to the present, housed in a hand-carved mahogany frames of the last inlayers roles.
After the terrible crash, a few moments of silence around the disaster site. Eyes still amazed with the bolus in the mouth that monitor the storage defeated on the floor like a beached whale and dying. They get the first exclamations.
-Oh!
-Oh, my God!
Then a barrage of questions.
- all right?
- Are you hurt? Some boys
gym-lift him dusting off a few slices of salami and making it emerge from the rubble of a service of Limoges porcelain. Reo
of this uproar the corner, just the last outpost before the parquet of a carpet made of hemp to natural planetary opposition was going to get stuck on the tip of the hapless protagonist comfortable loafer.
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