A driving force of night fell. Not that it would to this or that. Personally I drive sucks. What does it mean that you are safe on modern cars? he has not yet seen a crash-test dummy that bounces gently against the dashboard and after the impactor on the seat back upright and healthy, even giving himself placed in a shirt collar. So far I have only shown scenes of violent collisions in slow motion. Whole families of dolls yellow and orange, adults and fake baby, fall apart for recycling and they are telling me that driving is relaxing.
as you'll see that I drove less than all. I did half an hour later than one hour between the first and the second lane.
Then they drove a long, bent on the dashboard like an aunt to 100 per hour. The car was much more. We realize it when he began driving Elle, she made use of good horses, despite all the myths about women drivers.
Finally in the evening until late at night and hid it under the command Bi, the captain of the ship.
They stood in place of the navigator, but was of no help as he closed his eyes after that for a quarter of an hour no one uttered a word. They and 'one of those for whom sleep is with silence.
I never sleep in the car. If I to the end of those dummies colored prefer to be aware of. So
was silence in the cockpit. Elle was sitting next to me. From time to time I threw glances indecipherable. Good girl Elle, a head that is a treasure, but a treasure at the end of a maze. Bella Elle, black hair, one eye blue, the other usually wears a purple lens cosmetics. Elle gifted, those cryptic interior, exterior too explicit. If I said he could go lie down a bit, 'I shook the door.
she squatted down on the soft seat and later rose a bit 'to rest the dark head on my shoulder. Bi continued unperturbed guide and God forbid, we did not want to stop mica proprio ora che mancavano 100 chilometri al termine della notte.
Dove andavamo? Non s’era deciso fino all’ultimo. Elle proponeva di andar molto giù, alla sua isola natale, terra del sole, terra di agrumi succosi.
Esse proponeva di fermarci a metà, in medium, per la sua sete di virtù.
Quanto a me avrei preferito prendere l’aereo e Bi era intenzionato a superare anche la meta ultima, chessò, magari prendendo un ferryboat.
Ma Bi come gli altri cominciò a dare segnali di cedimento, ebbi un sussulto quando sullo specchietto vidi i suoi occhi chiudersi per un lasso decisamente più lungo di un battito di ciglia. Lo pregai di accostare, c’era da scegliere tra cedere al sonno a bordo strada for half an hour or marry eternity along the fast lane. So
Bi stopped the car, then took off his jacket crumpled against the window, leaned and then wished me good night it was not a minute that the boatswain began to snore.
Ten minutes later the car begins to cool and prevent me from participating in the sleep of my fellow travelers were added jarring impact with the air moved by the car ... all this did the background vocals in the background and they now Bi who appeared in syncopated trills. Deep in REM Elle, close beside me, thought he had to do with the giant stuffed gorilla that most than once I saw spupazzare on the couch of the house she shared with her classmates. I tried to bend the situation in my favor, but I was brave enough to think of anything. Eventually I succumbed to a sudden movement with his arm, a sort of sky hook, a disjointed motion in which only got to pull them a few large strands of black hair. she complained of course going to seek refuge on the other side of the seat and my avance no longer had any development.
passed a truck at a speed senseless, seemed to dart at no more than two feet from the door. Fifteen seconds later he flashed a more oblique and felt short of breath.
They wanted me, wanted left side, several tons of those things they wanted to take away with them. And they just wanted me, I guess it was because I was aware of the danger. To the other's teddy bears, the sweet sleep of Morpheus. To me the noise of trucks, the lights and obsession with high crash test.
Then came a wave bigger than the first two.
This time I did not see even the outline of the beast.
Unless the wheels were on fire, it was felt that on the side of trucks shine dozens of lighthouses, but an appearance was so fast that the silence has arisen in the tail tasted like roar of an awakening last scene of a dream.
I spent the palm of your hand two or three times on the glass. It opened a
gash on the condensation plate. Outside
no more of the dark road before. Now it was impossible to even distinguish the guardrail. To be honest I do not make out anything out there. If I had feedback from previous experience I could say that out of the window at that moment there was nothing, the cosmic dark.
tried a reaction of surprise at this news, I wanted at least Elle was aware that there was no way out. Nothing. In their sleep of the righteous. Now they were even quieter. How out of the car: a magnetic silence. I felt a strange sense of confidence in my organs when I had the feeling of having lost considerable weight.
I wondered if it was I was breathing the air or if for some reason, the LPG system had losses in the cockpit. I always imagined that death from inhalation of gas and not decipherable to happen with little warning. For years I have endured among others the paranoia of the bowl is open in the night, so there was always wondering if the next morning I was conscious of the moment in which someone (who?) Would have turned on the light in the kitchen blowing 's whole building and maybe half the neighborhood. Then a man, a physics professor, told me that everything would never have been possible since the explosion never would have happened to turn on a switch but for shutdown. The scientific name for this phenomenon was "peak effect".
now wonder whether there was a golf LPG could blow up the effect for the tip. I never have seen the slow-motion puppets Yellow involved in a kind of jinx.
instinctively threw open the door, an instinct from the torpor and the rarefied musings above. The lock
made no noise. Elle first look at departing from the seat, breath, rubbed one eye with the back of the hand and then remained in that position. The other two looked like wax figures. I laid out before a foot to see how the situation FOSE. Silence and darkness, all the same as before I left the car. The matter was becoming serious, if you put your head out of a car surrounded by dark and still do not see anything for sure you're not on the highway.
I took a pinch, would never do that. We think of the pinch if you find yourself in the middle of the cosmic dark after a stop on the highway. Reasons on issues of visibility, fog signals, then discover that the outer surface of the car is recognizable, not just the road surface under the wheels, which is black, that black uniform around you. No reflections on the asphalt, no columns, no street lamps, lights, stars
... The last time that had happened to me I had five years yes and no. Get out of bed in the middle of the night, lights off, I began to stroll around it until it completely loses sense of direction, at which point I screamed, the skit ended with my mother sleepy lit the light of the room, returning under the covers and please do not do anymore.
back into the car, in reality still shone two LEDs, a blue underlined time on the dashboard, the other was intermittent alarm. Probably the only sources of light for miles.
I could swear that what follows is still attested to by Elle, who remained on the statute in a state between sleeping and waking time. However since then I never opened my mouth about it, expecting that the issue was dealt with sooner or later from her.
the side of the Navigator I began to notice a bright spot. I spent a hand on the glass, there was someone out there was a human figure silhouetted against a fairly clear on the set of the dark unreal.
So there was still a humanity out there, not that I am particularly pleased, given how quell'epifania ... the feeling was the same as throwing a look at the airplane window and see a guy walking in the night blissfully next to the wing while traveling to 30,000 feet above the ground.
completely lost track of time when I tell you that from now until the end of the parking nell'iperuranio could establish that they were not gone more than twenty minutes. The light blue dashboard told me instead of hours and ran I do not think that all this had to do with some kind of poisoning from LPG gas. The man standing in front of the front windscreen of the car had nothing of a technical emergency exit. He was dressed like a boy, hooded sweatshirt, jeans were too large, cap ... but the face, my god, that was an old man.
With her hand out and motioned for sure spoke to me, looking me in the eye safe. How could the outside of a car almost completely submerged in the dark, his eyes fixed on those of a passenger who was desperately crouching against the back of the guide, was already a sufficient reason to doubt that that this was at peace. However
taken courage in both hands and calculate the consequences even before I was in front of him at the front of the car. The man now dressed in a different way, not the fact that perhaps if I had marched hat and sweatshirt and had a shirt under a paisley identical to mine (brave!), Which mesmerized my attention was that changing face. In short, I had a hint of nausea, I felt a pressure at the diaphragm, my breathing became the same as that .. I like that, yes, like the chameleon-like ... that was me in every way, I estimated the horror symmetry between me and him, but decided on his own and I have settled some lesson of conduct. The trouble was that for us to catch up with his peers needed to rise. This was just one of the first theorems cosmic tried to infuse for telepathically. Then he came to tell the absolute unfounded our fears against them, because of the strangeness of our absolute priority over theirs.
I made him understand that the subject "man" was in the studio at their colonies before the death of neandertalensis, as they believed it to be more "profitable" than what had survived and the species of which I belonged. Quell'osmosi concepts seemed to be a pretty boring monologue and asked in some way facoltà di parola. A quel punto tornai in possesso del mio ritmo respiratorio, il camaleonte tornò ad avere sembianze indefinibili, un volto pressoché femminile, la camicia no, i motivi cachemire continuavano a piacergli, cosa che continuò a farmi dubitare circa la sua saggezza cosmica.
Andai al sodo, per anni m’ero in qualche modo disposto a un confronto di quel tipo, sapevo che se mai ci fosse stata una probabilità di confrontarmi con altri inquilini del cosmo avrei cominciato col porre loro le fatidiche domande esistenziali, chi siamo ecc., e non volevo certo che tutto ciò che potessero dedurre dal confronto coll’omino qui fosse solo un dubbio gusto nel vestire.
- Senti cam..ehm essere celeste, cos’è questa faccenda che spesso ho l’impressione di vivere nella gabbietta.. lo sai, la teoria della gabbietta…insomma io per anni ho sospettato che tutto questo…
e feci un gesto circolare, quel gancio cielo che saltava fuori nei miei frangenti d’imbarazzo, ma questa volta indicavo la volta inesistente del creato
- … credo tu abbia più di qualche nozione al riguardo…insomma amico mio, non è che fin da prima del neandertal quaggiù voi o chi per voi mantiene questo bel serraglio… questo allevamento… questo esperimento sulla vita organica giusto per vedere quanto dura? o per valutare se ne val la pena… se è un format esportabile o… spero di essere stato chiaro…
If I had received no reply guess I would have already published a book to promote attending to some talk show. But, after twenty minutes of good-natured conversation, my friend did not want to learn changing to infuse reasoning under the skin. Not that I was sorry to interrupt this treatment type iron lung, and when I saw him sneak in the guise of a distant ancestor of my species, disappear, hairy and bright, under the curvature of the space uniformly black, I thought only I had a great hurry to move on to the Strait of Messina at a time.
cosmic friends had a bike with a good heart and in their INTED diporre everyone and everything, made sure that our return to reality was beneficial and we dropped directly to Catania, the goal dictated by Elle, a further confirmation that there was an agreement more or less consciously by the Sleeping Beauty with the same subject of my visions.
The experience ended with the roar of opening, but now I was outside the car and I got to see the removal of the cargo with which the cosmic cousins \u200b\u200bwe had run about in some time bubble. What shall I say, light was bright and big enough to get us into the crew of an airliner, before I could recognize individual parts of its surface the fireball turned into a tiny metal bar of soap as if he sees in the various pictures of flying objects from digital immortalized tourists, this vibrant stayed here over the Etna for at least ten seconds, then jumped on the other end of the sky, toward the front of the first orange rays of the sun disappeared below the sea horizon.
passed few cars on the road before Elle stumble out of the car, and stupisse recognize the scenery.
- Effe ... but ... who drove to here? Effe ...?
... - ...
- Effe ...
- Mh?
... I was next, all around the air was blue, rare cars went straight down in Syracuse, I was not attracted to the silhouette imponente dell’Etna a ovest, ora osservavo intensamente il profilo di lei , le ciglia nere, l’occhio azzurro, quello viola. Temevo cambiassero colore da un istante all’altro.
- ricordo che dormivamo a ... dov'era... hai guidato tu...? ...e il traghetto?...
La scrutai intensamente, credo le feci perfino paura.
Due occhi, uno azzurro, l’altro viola, ma non c’era verso di scorgere quello che cercavo nel labirinto.
- Per il traghetto ci mettiamo d’accordo dopo, adesso andiamo a fare colazione, hai un bar da suggerire?
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