is not so easy when it is hot. Whatever, I mean. Think about the things of life when the humidity at 23.20 pm is 65% then it is practically impossible. There are days when you search for the most refigerio as if it were a matter of life or death. These are the days of the close of the leave balances. The women think about clothes, men's sexual recreation. The spouses have the anxiety of having to spend at least two weeks, 24 hours a day, with their wives. Single people are afraid they will not have anyone to drink on hot summer nights before leaving for Cuba with the group of friends. Women can not wait to show off a beautiful head and looking at her friends with lynx eyes, blurt out the big opportunity missed. "Dolce & Gabbana! Costs 1200, I paid only 800". And here, the heat, the crowd in the street are all looking for. Look, touch, ask for prices, check your balance, and while you rub your hands sweat. But the sweat is not good for the brain, nothing really. For the heat is only for them, justifying the action to be unclean creature of David. My appointment on Sunday. David takes me to the museum with us is Mary. The former roommate nurse. From the moment you get in the car Mary David's face lights up like a baby when discarded Christmas gifts. Since then no eyes, ears, and questions if not for Mary. I wonder how can I be attracted to her. That does not recognize the icons of the 80 portraits in fluorescent and Andy exchange for David Bowie and Prince and Grace Jones for Skin that defines all that bad does not understand. Mary is convinced that the muggings in Milan, Padova, Viale only have them, that in Egypt women risk their lives and that the bathrooms of Italian hotels do not have a reservoir of bacteria and death. Who sees a woman being sick by bus or even the rescues and is justified by saying that the symptoms were because they were too strange desire to intervene in some way.
David is ecstatic to the point that while I was busy back home is said to be able to participate in any event I try to drag it. So David and Mary are seen alone for a drink. They do it because of me that I give to both each other's phone numbers. How did it go? Bad for both ... but will meet again. Because for some, the important thing is to say around: I did!
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