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Indiana Jones (Daniela PROTTI)

not true. I did not want to do, I did not have the slightest intention, so why am I here?
Just because they are convinced that I am not afraid of anything? Not true!

Damn, been extinguished where I chased the matches? Ah, here they are. ... Nooo, I have fallen. ... Taken!
Fiuuuu ....

I fear, but I also have this accursed self-love, that keeps me from saying it. The result? Here I am, where I would absolutely not be, to do something that I do not feel able to do ... Ugh.

But how do I go from here now? We spend there? And if everything falls on me? Bah, let 's go ... yes, I pass by that ....

Sure, it's my fault, it's me, the one that behaves like a tomboy. I am, that beats louder, and alas, it's me, the one that stays still while the others take a step back ....
In other words, to me they are looking for.

it ends up that I get lost here, I have to find some reference point to go back. ... Yuck, that stinks! But what .... Oh ... that was it: a dead rat! Well, at least I'm sure he'll find myself there at the back, eh eh ....

But it is not right here, did not let me choose. Dad is sick, my mother did not feel, my sister is too sensitive ... .. I was the last one, how could I refuse? Deep down, I think I have frigate, as usual, knew that letting it last, I could not say no. The truth is that I am too naive, and I "make up" with tissue paper. Ugh.

Wow, look great .... I wonder what's inside a pity that I can not stop now. But when I open it back ... .. (if I find him), maybe it's the coffin of some other mouse, ha ha ...

Of course I really should learn to speak clearly, it's not a stigma, fear! They are not obliged to do the 'Indiana Jones grass, to please them .... For them no, but ....

... .. This is Indiana Jones, who fearlessly (so to speak), make their way through the ruins of the temple (temple, maybe not, but the ruins of course, heh heh)
Advance cautiously, keeping the candle to light stretching before him any traps ... and do not step on unpleasant things, you ... (I know, it took a torch soaked in oil, but the candle is all we have, be satisfied).
Finally, down there you see a light, Jones is about to reach the goal; ahiaaaa!!

I'll fool you? Put at least closed shoes. ... Noooo, with flip-flops, I come here. ... But after all I am 12 years old! What did I know, how you get on a roof? This ceiling is low, dirty and very uncomfortable, my knees are on the other hand peeled a bit 'more than usual ... but that knock on the big toe, is already turning blue. And anyway, the shoes I have not closed. ... Perhaps before the beginning of the school, mom buys me; mica can I go to school with rubber flip-flops ...

Even a little effort, and you will see .... L 'garret, finally! So I have to put something under to climb out of here, these bricks are fine, Dad said that there are several ...

Mamma mia, the worst is over, I got this far, now comes the fun part. Going out on the roof and fix the tiles. ... Alas, now I'm really scared! Daddy told me not to go out at all: that the tiles are to be placed right there at your side, and just stretch my arm ... ...
Yes, but my arms are much shorter than her .... I wonder if if recalled, and if I get there?

After completing a level of luck. ... (Maybe it was better to play as MacGyver, bah ...), our Indiana Jones in a skirt climbs up the dormer windows ... ..

... Fantastic ... I forget the tiles, and I look charm the city from the roof, my house is in an old tall building, from up here I see a city of rooftops with chimneys from the fanciful shapes, roof tiles of many different hues, some all green, moss-covered, stone walled gardens in the yards as embedded precious ... is a show that is breathtaking to me, tomboyish girl of 12 years ....

Reluctantly, Jones looks away from the treasure blinding, and turns his attention to the tiles to replace (because it's raining down in the kitchen), curse, do not get there, I knew ....
Carefully slide out the window, remaining well clinging to the jamb with the right hand, extends the left to the tiles. ... still a bit ', come on, still a zic ... .. we are! (Sometimes it helps to be left-handed)
Piano, pianissimo, the tile rebels return to their places, at least for the moment: then, when feeling better, we think dad to fix them. ... Done!

however Wow, how wonderful, on the roof! Now that I've done everything that I have passed this test, that's also back my self-confidence than ever. ... And fear is already forgotten.
he walked back to the trap door, collecting as many cobwebs I can, review at the old trunk ... ..

The feverish wait is over: it is time to open the Ark of the Covenant. Indiana Jones, gently caressing the cover of the ark, the fingers close to the lock, the trigger. ... Hop-là!
Books! Certainly very few texts, hidden in there to prevent the Nazis burned them ... ... I must save them!

Wow! Books! A little 'Vecchiotti, a bit' dusty, but all are healthy, and all mine !!!!!!
The problem now is to take them down, thank goodness my apron is wide, so I gather a bit, 'and I keep it like a backpack walking ... .. holding a candle and a bundle of books is not easy, especially if the bundle in question is your dress, but I need those books, (my now know them by heart, and Christmas is far ...) so limped from the trunk to hatch a shameful number of times I get there and I let them drop below one at a time, trying not to damage them further.

is India, which falls triumphantly to the museum, with the result of his adventures ... ..

then? You did? You have placed the tiles? Were not you afraid to get on the roof?

Fear of getting on a roof? Is that all? I am not afraid anything!

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down there (to Daniele Protti)

It 's true: the big do not understand.
C 'is a magical place, where things are not what they seem, where objects are changing, becoming something else. Harry Potter has recently discovered his "Room of Requirement", but us girls than forty years ago, we discovered then, our part of the fairy world, and this place was called "Down there."
The secret of "Down there" did not know it all, no, the big saw him occasionally went there, but do not "understand". They saw only a small yard, which is accessed by a narrow corridor between two houses, right on the door of a latrine, because at that time did not exist in case the bathroom, and immediately after, a patch of sand (latrine cats at home), and the garbage bins. Left, a short ladder alongside a rusty railing, leading to the cellar, four wooden doors with huge locks, but always open.
"Down there" was our kingdom. One day could be the old west, and half an hour later transformed into the Amazon jungle, an oasis in the desert or in downtown New York. In the cellar, the source inexhaustible treasure, finding time to time the approach to new adventure, like the time ....
The summer was at its peak, the sun melted the words, people were holed up in the cool of the houses, even the flies seemed tired of flying ... but not us: we burn in the heat of August, there were refugees in the cellar, looking for some idea to spend the sleepy afternoon. Rummaging in a box, we found ourselves in his hands ... a fantastic set of irons surgeon! In fact, if he had watched an adult, would have seen only a handful of rusty screwdrivers, but since we were "down there", these had become in our hands. With the silent consent of the wine cellars, which were offered as our patients, we began our work by experienced surgeons, with wisdom and method, within an hour the doors were transformed into magnificent works of art of the tunnel.
Al Clonk Clonk stick of his uncle Joseph, interrupting our work, to run meetings and exhibitions, enthusiastic, our splendid work. My uncle had one leg, we do not seppimo girls never had lost the other, leaning on a sturdy walking stick, and was a shoemaker, and every morning, my grandmother wore off junction table and the bench: the uncle you sat down and mending shoes, felt all around the smell of tar and leather. When he did not sew shoes, he went fishing in the Ticino, and then you could smell the fried fish. Every now and then sent us to do some errands for him, then gave us 10 pounds each, but not the time they sent us to buy the maggots for fishing ... but that's another story.
When he saw our work, ran out of words (of course)! The doors were pierced most of crocheted doilies Mrs Luigina, and they were really spectacular. ... But you know, the big do not understand. Shaking his head crushed, turned on his heels, or rather, on the heel, and went to call for reinforcements, which arrived on time, in the persons of his father and grandmother. Once again, the adults showed that they did not "see" our talent, but above all the commitment that we demonstrated in this delicate work, so after a formal lecture, we were evicted from the magical and sent to church, to ruminate on our terrible sins.
Conscious of our faults, we went out in the sun with his head bowed, loose pigtails and a single gesture between us. ... From our pockets came the magic screwdrivers, accidentally stolen ... .. Where do we go?

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appetite for a moment there .. and the time after plays with a couple of prostitutes

sleep does not come here unless Scriven is weary and tired ..

empty, now you start to feel
disbelief '


anger and even the vacuum

whatever led you to decide not to live .. here, whatever it was .. I'm sure there was a solution


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see why it would be a good step forward ..