L'ULTIMA CIFRA E' SBAGLIATA
= Be?
= Ready? Finally I find the doctor ...
= Excuse me lady I do not understand ...
= I rang yesterday and talked with his secretary ... = I
Lady ...
= His secretary told me that ... But you are Dr. Florentino?
= No, I'm not e. .. =
and colleague of the doctor?
= No ma'am I'm not the colleague ...
= So who is she? A patient?
= No, but I'm patient with her ...
= What do you mean?
= I, indeed, I would say if you allow me a moment's pause, that Dr. Florentino is not here ...
= Transferred study?
= I do not know, I'm here for about forty years and there has never been any study of doctor ...
= Then I must have dialed the wrong number ...
= I think so, what number did you? The
= xxxxxxx9 ...
= We are the usual ...
= Why?
= Simple. I receive many calls from other people that make up the numbers she quoted me thinking about what it's called with Dr. whereas they are wrong all committing the same mistake and that is that while that number is my doctor is almost equal that of the less 'last digit is zero and nine ...
= Oh! As I'm sorry, excuse me then. The fact is that I urge to talk to .......
Malgrado avessi tentato di salutarla cortesemente mi pregò di darle ascolto per qualche minuto. Io acconsentii e lei, con molta naturalezza, iniziò a parlare. Mi raccontò una parte della sua vita, volle dirmi come si chiamava, quale era la sua età – la metà dei miei settanta anni – dove abitava, cosa faceva e per ultimo mi chiese se potevamo vederci "visto che lei è stato così gentile con me".
Volevo rispondere negativamente poi prevalse la curiosità e fissammo un appuntamento per il giorno successivo – mercoledi – alle 19.00, al Gianicolo, ai piedi della statua di Garibaldi. Si rese necessario precisare, per poterci riconoscere, come ci saremmo vestiti e, parzialmente, il nostro reciproco aspect. I had the feeling to be playing like a film.
It was 19:00 pm of that fateful Wednesday that the Gianicolo, Garibaldi witness - albeit a bronze - was the beginning of our incredible history. The mine and Daphne, a mythological name. Some time later, after my question, I said it was his father to call it that at the time of birth. The inspiration had come to visit the Galleria Borghese in Rome, admiring Bernini's sculpture depicting the marble group of Apollo and Daphne. And he was right because when I saw that famous Wednesday of March for the first time Daphne in the flesh I was almost speechless. Very, very attractive and I've never been an Apollo. The day the first meeting between the two of us the most uncomfortable - and even bewildered - it was me. We introduced ourselves - for a while I did not stutter - and we sat on a bench from which one could admire the panorama of Rome at the first light of evening. I do not know if it was this view or the mildness of the evening to push both of us to tell us almost everything. She was married and no children because she could never have. This fact had caused a severe depression for which a few years, twice a week, went in the studio of that doctor - psychologist pointed out to me - to follow a therapy. The relationship with your husband were unfortunately damaged but continued to live together because neither of them wanted to divorce or adopt children. Now they were just friends and all of them lived a life. Do not I asked them the reason for this strange decision. I did not want to intrude further. Faced with this delicate and personal confidences so I was a bit 'confused and I pointed this out, but she did not care. Even if he could not explain it felt that it could let you know everything. I said then that all this could have a logic explanation arising from the fact that, given my age, I could be his father or perhaps his grandfather. Daphne looked at me and begged me not to be silly explaining why. He told me very clearly that since we were sitting about three hours earlier, she had not looked my appearance, it was "frigate" to use his words. I had only listened and peered inside. And this was enough. When
shortly after we parted, we hugged a long time without any hesitation.
still go on living this incredible story to relieve our two solitudes.
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