Laughing and joking, Cialledda had made twenty-five years jail for a crime he did not commit.
's career had just begun Cialledda twenty-five years ago, a time when he did not know that they have the criminal mind, refined intelligence, ready to murder and get away with it. Soon after, however, cream of psychiatrists, judges, lawyers, professors and all his friends and relatives, tried him and swore so much that Cialledda could not help but accept the reality of the facts - then - thank the dear people who prevented him from hurting himself and to others. The prison chaplain then explained that this was or could be admirable, and despite all the evidence that he, too, Cialledda, the beast, was the son of God
distressed him even when the release order announced that the debt of Cialledda with justice, was just honored. But both were happy, very happy.
A social worker, no longer young at the exit waiting for him: told him to know all the details of his case and would do everything possible to help him.
Cialledda swept on the road that led to his country, in the staff car that always had the name of the country on the doors and occasionally stopping to tell the details of life in prison (he did not do), the dining room (where he had ate), workshop (which did not even know where and if there was), the occasional visits of his mother. She moved, reassembled the top and continued so until his cell phone - getting paid by the country etc.. - Rang and a voice too high and too worried, asked for an explanation for the delay.
She composed herself, she began to give the Cialledda not mashing the accelerator and drove like a madman.
Cialledda already glad it was now even more.
landed in his mother's house, the reception was affectionate, but brief as it was so removed, without too much effort, just a couple of days before. However, he made an impression because he thought, should not be so easy to support someone like him under the same roof, but my mother is my mother and fuck that was the first conviction ... straceeerta of his guilt ... But even if the mother ... of that ...
Her sister came out from the maze of a house and met him and embraced him and kissed him long on the cheeks and forehead: then learned of his (her) coming as unexpected (with a brother like that!) And incredibly happy marriage, a thousand thousand tears and no excuses for him never visited (because his girlfriend - because, against his will, already compromised) kisses and hugs and then again the news of a decent lunch and plenty for his return, not in its of course, honor, decency, one should not say in his honor.
His mother had already taken over the daily activities broom and dustpan in hand, his sister disappeared again in one of his caves to resurface with a new embroidered tablecloth new, never used. Her mother looked through the question and annoyed.
Cialledda were already twenty or thirty seconds staring at the photo of his father and great grand and beautiful view of the mobile along the long dining room. Strategic point to be seen by every corner of the house.
The mother noticed it. He changed his area of \u200b\u200boperations and probably chose the one farthest from the meditations of Cialledda.
his father in the picture: a face like a black and white in a color photo, no significant expression, looking away and pointing into the camera while the mind, considered the photographer and his entire family bastard. In the same way the photographer retraced through the lens throughout the epic that the monkey had led to the evolution of the son of a bitch and then finally there, to wrinkles carved by the cold of the morning four of his client.
Cialledda was fascinated by his insights suissime ipsissima between the high and things were to be considered the absolute truth - and this being an expression as a priest made it easier to learn - and the truth that Cialledda that self-appointed, and autocall themselves up with the nickname, the wonder of documents containing the first name - unless protagonistic first name - the truth that was Cialledda coinciding with that of the priest in a worrying way, and also that - given the time, since the prison - illegal.
In the dining room, the room good, Cialledda got to look in the mirror of the great house, which his mother had been a wedding gift. Mirror almost the same age that well, despite cleaning and attention, his years carried them badly. Cialledda had locked up twenty-five years for the murder of four people, including his father. The environment (can go), poverty (not sure which), bullying (and yes that sooner or later I would have done, but in that case it was not me) and all the whining about his alleged mental weakness as not only proclaimed himself innocent, but was clearly upset by the fact (although, beast, monster, murderess eeee was much worse at the bar of the square), he had been granted mitigating circumstances. In conclusion twenty-five and four months. 25 plus 25 fifty - plus four months. A man fifty
which fortunately had time to lose his virginity.
Cannon - Caringella Onofrio said - he was the culprit - the day the fact was seventy-two, leathery farmer and means that friendships between mafia as he had thrown Cialledda, the idiot in jail. And then almost a meter and a half (1.25 meters) in dispute, was really part of his field and even the logic Catholic village, was also not doing too well out of the boy. Cannon was now dead, all the protagonists were dead except of course a paralyzed, incontinent, and among the least important. Cialledda hand gun was alive and that he deserved it offered a coffee or a dinner to thank him: I live and the years they threw the mirror and not him.
His sister appeared behind him, always in the mirror, they looked at - from there Cialledda realized that for her, the prison was like a kind of refrigerator. He, at least, was well preserved, it was not aged. Cialledda breathed on the mirror, something in his chest crushed and pulped as an orange all the veins and arteries were stretched like rubber bands together - always happened every time we tried - though a portion of the glass is clouded imperceptibly, became Cialledda force, dall'accasciarsi restrained - every time he tried - he stood pointing his hands on the wall - every time he tried to breathe.
Still Truth and the Truth of Cialledda, bright red, robust, smooth and youthful.
He went out, walked to the campaign - needed to be alone and think. Another thing he had learned to do inside when not moving from his bed for months and was not eating well, not drinking and was well, no body was not pissed he did not sleep and was always good. And he noticed the smell of the dark and light taste.
Towards the fifth year in prison for the first time in his life, he thought Cialledda intentionally to God and hanged himself.
It happened early in the morning now, the practice in the ass (but we are America? Thought), they kept him there in his cell without thinking too much and waited to hang four or five hours with her eyes fixed on the floor. The first two minutes, while not opposed resistance, the sheets tied together around the neck hurt - tore the flesh, string, sawing and so on - still two minutes and choked-Cialledda meekly allowed himself to choke - smiled - but continued to shake the sheets, tearing, do evil.
But he did not like to pull down the same.
They did - to live is alive, is alive, the fool is alive - his fellow prisoners and took him to the infirmary - had always looked down - was deciding - if you close your eyes or not.
Before you replace it only said, "It hurts when I breathe" through the fuck you think all the next morning - the Cialledda morning after recalls - twenty-five years four months had passed two days six hours eight minutes and twelve seconds - was still healthy erections - the social worker admitted him-his mother had cooked - the sister appeared and disappeared - Cannon was dead - Cialledda she looked in the mirror and turned to the campaign to pretend to breathe the country air.
Cannon's son, he too was alive and well. He saw Cialledda, Cialledda saw him and a couple of times out of ten children are different from their fathers and is a good thing. But then we need to see what percentage and in that sense. The child in question these figures are around thirty percent abundant and very, very, very worse. So it's not goodbye, did not stop and forget until the next chance encounter.
This morning was the appointment with the caseworker and Cialledda went there with no pants: she settled well and then placed it as a school janitor, began the next day and then had only a few hours yet to be unemployed ex-convict, to enjoy in the mood first by worker discontent on which he had strong doubts, in particular the power to keep the mind busy. At eleven
26 minutes 34 seconds climbed to the elevated roads of the old town, a mix of stairs, scaffolding, planks covered with shabby concrete, stone chutes tarred or asphalted country that constituted a kind of secret and you were forced to pass through the studios or rooms or basement apartments or armored who lived there. Hello hello permit permit; fortunately he gets twenty-five years as well as a reputation ensured him a certain respect, and then had no problems. At twelve
47 minutes 19 seconds left somewhere else than where he entered and went home a prey to his thoughts. For convenience, in Italian thought back to the conversation he had with coma 'Lisetta about their nature and the events of recent years. He arrived to find her safe and in fact was there from the back entrance with white hair loose, long, on a pillow prevented them from touching the floor directly on the ground. The girl who had combed the arranged in concentric circles because they were all there. Cialledda girls had seen plenty of them in there between grandchildren and great grandchildren so, always busy at the same job, different each time and had never seen large. He said hello and coma 'Lisetta recognized the voice, he turned with his eyes in white, blind, holding hands. My son made the time to kiss sit down, sit down. Coma 'Lisetta always had smooth skin and the scent of that good mother nor the mother of Cialledda had never been on the table beside her always Neapolitan cards, the same pack, worn by the years.
"The grandmother ... I am tired. "
" My son, but you do not breathe! "
And they said a little 'things. For' had said the exact coma 'Lisetta giving shape to many of the suspects Cialledda.
the thirteen 10 minutes and 46 seconds Cialledda stopped in the cemetery that was closing the big black gate, no you can not get in, waiting for the afternoon.
from thirteen 30 minutes and 02 seconds to fifteen 15 minutes 01 seconds, Cialledda sat on the step down ' entrance of his house smoking a cigarette every now and then, taking them from the package he had bought thirteen consecutive 22 minutes and 22 seconds. Fortunately, if it was smoke, it was still feasible.
Then, finally entered the cemetery and stopped before the tomb of his father, shot him. The keeper looked at him and commented to himself from a distance. From
grandmother had also heard how his mother had made a living after her husband's death, to maintain the land and everything else. We had thought Cannon of course - and had also discovered who would marry his sister. The son of a gun cannon now in charge.
were only details, but it was well that discovers them at the last moment and not worried at all, considering Cialledda a good, balls to be like everyone said he was.
It stood there most of the afternoon and all evening until closing when the guard yelled at the other side of the cemetery to make a move because he Mom had to cook and fun to the day as Cialledda - he - the murderess - and that both her father had arranged so well that certainly did not run away. Hence the call for distance and hoe the beds at hand. All the facts were known to the caretaker Cialledda, which changed the old water the flowers, those who took away the dry leaves, washed the stones and glass frames of the niches. All the old talk about that day invigorated by Cialledda principle, as an example, teaching their grandchildren and even the old people who are still here. But statevene to die and stop!
Cialledda he returned home that all the rooms gave the fried and ate what was eat, she told her sister where she was and in reply he hurried to dinner and to slip in the shower to dress up well and wait by wait Cannon son, junior Cannon, Cannon II by the will of God My brother ... indeed .. . I am to be his brother ... humanity is a hierarchy to be respected. "Nino, the grandmother, do not worry - Coma 'Lisetta just before - you have to make persuaded that you are ... another thing ... do not worry about things that look ... see his grandmother how old she is? What do I need? And you would need that? Get the card that you see there ... - Cialledda began to take them one by one, from above, from below, from the center of the deck - seven ... swords, ace of spades - guess the grandmother - ... seven to money and money ... ace - to Cialledda liked it when he did so - ... six of swords, you're money, and six of seven cups, enough ... Do you understand that you do not scare you ... your a good thing if you're good and you're good, my grandmother knows ... you should not be afraid. "
" I have not. "
Her sister would be back, a little 'crumpled around one, one and a half.
When he came to school to work, was received by president and secretary, name, obviously knew his father. Children criminals who kept chained to the benches of the school recognized him immediately, to Cialledda third lesson was already the favorite janitor anyone wanted to hide around or go to the bathroom to smoke. The school janitor had approached the suspicious saying that if he wanted to earn some money by selling loose cigarettes to kids, you could do, only that morning had to count them together and then in half. Cialledda did not answer him, the janitor of the second floor was selling food, one third of the cold drinks, hot drinks to the gym, the floor was considered the guardian area, but the newcomer had to agree.
Cialledda knew then that we had tried to put vending machines, but the principal found himself behind the door hung an effigy for where there must have balls, so he preferred to continue to know nothing. Cialledda for the work was not bad and still had not been so tired. In a few salary, was already thinking, it could be considered to rent a room or two, live on their own which had already passed the desire to stay at his mother's house. Before the wedding of his sister would have to move in silence, without much scene to dodge the recitation of the mother left alone in old age.
Towards the middle of the fifth and final lesson is presented, the social worker to see how it goes. Not asked him, but the principal and then to the Secretary, indicating the dangerous subject Cialledda being recovered. "Well, how's it going?" And pointed.
"For now, all right." Treading They answered yet. The responsibility was
Cialledda Cialledda and no one wanted.
The janitor of the gym made his acquaintance at the end class, only three-quarters of the working day Cialledda - that you sell? Nothing? Sell \u200b\u200b... - he, she confided, was a criminal, but of a completely different school that Cialledda - happened when I was young - and said it was old - is still reason with honor killings.
fact, when the police - honorable men - had gone to arrest him - a man of honor - do not they put the handcuffs, but they said Mr. Baldassarre we want to follow? He said, 'I'm Ready! Let's go! "
They had given him seven years, reduced to four with extenuating circumstances, three for good behavior.
Released - even more honored - He had married the disgraced and disgraceful family slaughtered, had a public apology. Apology accepted. Magnanimous.
"Fuck you and honored," replied Cialledda.
The janitor of the gym did not answer, but looked at him with hatred. Genuine hatred.
The rest of the day passed quickly.
was finally ready to sleep the sleep of the worker.
the face of its first new enemy.
Water was sobbing from the tap in the bathroom, Cialledda took a good fifteen minutes to fill the bucket. Section III D: dust, wash, cassino and gypsum. Sprinkle Sprinkle chalk wash and rinse cassino cassino, finished gypsum, also ask tomorrow because Carlone, the secretary if the secretary was holding tightly closed in a cabinet which only he had the key. Change the cast only when they're all gone, only then! the cast is his life, the chalk govern his whole life also and above all when they turned against his friends are white and smooth or rough the most colorful and rare.
"Let's make the trip to the contrary - says Carlone - teachers are now to get it on their own." Here is the key, really you are giving me?
No, wait, wait I've almost finished. Gliel'hai not yet forgiven? When you make peace with chalk Carlone? So always be able to scrub from under the nose. The scrub and use it yet to write up-that no one has yet figured out how it ever got - to write the truth about you, in white limestone on the facade of the school - CARLONE dickhead.
Cialledda gathered chalks happily returned to the Secretary that all closed and "Go on, go well ..." Back
back ... - Says his grandmother - but really ... so long ago there was a big heart, huge, beating once every thousand ten thousand million years. Then TU TUM - TUM and even humans, animals, cities, wars, earthquakes, sunrise, sunset and everything else that runs on its own and TU TUM - TUM, TUM, TU - TUM ... "
Cialledda was left with a piece in his hand. His mother - already, Mom - I had sent by a boy who lived in the same way because "Cialla 'the door has expired, Cialla' - repeated like a man possessed - Cialla 'muvet about you Vole Mamet, Cialla'! "
Cialla 'Cialla' ... Expired when the door is not open any more, give the hinges and the door does not stay raised off the ground just enough to open it without leaving marks on the floor crawling blacks ugly and hard to wash away.
Cialledda to social thought of the night before, telling him to hurry up come come with your eyes closed and tongue out like a thirsty dog \u200b\u200band thinking and thinking that was the right counterpart have enjoyed and have been granted in a day of illness ("I really could not be but ..." so are the forces for the next time), took it willingly. He had also found the famous room ... we go from mom ... always had to move.
Cialledda fact is that he barely touched the door (to be seen more participatory approach to the certainty we can do something), than a beautiful piece from the top almost to the lock was removed with a dry crack. And down on swearing and shouting curses and insults with which traces the career of her mother since birth Cialledda after childbirth - unfortunately, unfortunately - well, until the hand of murderous Cialledda which had risen on his father.
That's right.
emerged from the house with her sister and the Good Gun, "What do you want from him? - Protective - Make a carpenter, perhaps? While we're at the door that changed everything did more of his time. "Cannone generator.
Cialledda was the first time she saw him at home, probably - again, decency - two single women, this son ... - Removed Cialledda had entered him.
sister, caressing, Cialledda taken by the arm, pressed against him and laying her head on his shoulder, began a walk around the house without saying a word, accompanying it in practice entrance. Cialledda opened and her sister does not come off until he had passed the threshold.
The door closed behind Cialledda who understood very well that there was no more put foot.
"You have to leave."
"Where I go I do not have any money?"
Grandma cleaned the beans. As always manages to hit the bowl in which they gathered on a table next to her, Cialledda remained a mystery. The stems fell to the ground at his feet. Cialledda had ceased to work and he did not feel like eating, sleeping and even then it was gone yarn from coma 'Lisetta. He had bought flowers and pastries, those swan-shaped, with the cream. It bit into a, just as he told his grandmother the latest facts.
"... and instead of someone like you is always a blessing, for luck every time one is born .... You have to leave, you must be gone from here. One must cross the sea by force. Still it was. "
"And do what?"
"To make you forget. Just wait and your time will come."
"As the door ..."
"As death."
Cialledda it was not realized: the girl had entered and had begun to sweep away the stalks of beans. Cialledda looked at her, she looked Cialledda.
What number does have the same eyes?
Four. They had arrived in four from behind a hill. Cialledda did not know where he was, at the beginning seemed like a place from which he had seen parts of Adelaide time ago, before going to jail. What the fuck am I doing in Adelaide? No, wait here ... and you? Women. Dream women. The dream for strength.
All red with green eyes even I know? And the girl, the niece of his grandmother, the one that sweeps the ground, the combs her hair, she has green eyes.
Every now and then I saw those eyes and hair with blacks. And why are you sad?
women without hearing proceeded, the fields, everywhere, everywhere Cialledda was, they were all burned by the cold. But if we are in summer, because we are not in the summer? They went on slow curves and beautiful, beautiful curves in a burden Cialledda not see.
Cialledda and I'm the janitor! Cialledda my name, pretend to understand what? I'm not very smart ... where the women spent their flowers fade. Oh, are you? Why do things die? Cialledda followed him along the trail of flattened plants marches that left later had to go down to fatigue, depression and had to use an open hand and foot to go down, they preceded him by a long way from what? It was dark and Cialledda began to see the glow of a fire, other shapes, other shapes ... came ... the light of the fire was too strong on the dark of the night progressed, Cialledda could not distinguish faces, only layers of clothes that had to be long and black and light Fire grandmother on a bed of flowers open and large that the flames began to lick.
grandmother lying with his hands crossed on his chest, tears were alone, she felt all around him were crying. The grandmother was not moving, not at all moved, the smell of the flowers became stronger in the heat of the fire and then suddenly a huge big flame, the highest of all and her grandmother was gone, there ' was more fire, there was darkness, darkness in the dark was crushed by a great darkness. The grandmother had died
Lisetta Cialledda and did not know why.
the like instead, he heard the next morning. He had woken up yet in the nose with the scent of flowers, dressed in random and went running toward the house of coma 'Lisetta.
And there were people around, Cialla 'je meggie about you go and fuck with me go, pulled back the strong old man who was put in the middle of the stairs going up to grandma's house. The old man ended up on a group of women who pressed against each other confabulation, all fell on a pile of dust and debris. Vattin 'Vattin' told him all he came up, some guappetto of the road became too threatening, the first Cialledda dealt a punch in the face that broke out in a bubble of blood and teeth all present clinging smeared along the narrow staircase. Je muerte! Nun if Muevete, je Muerte! cried behind him. But who cares if he's dead!
fact is that you did all by then: he was always where he arrived with his grandmother, among the papers Neapolitan, all his belongings, a pile of rosaries, crucifixes of all the materials and forms, of all the holy pictures or paintings designed that you were not really sure if they were saints or something really disguised as a saint. My grandmother had not even put a blanket on the floor and stood there with his head all broken open by a gunshot, clear light, how do you shoot the head of the grandmother? No trace of the girl. Meanwhile, the brothers had come forward and the father of what he had hit the stairs, but the look of Cialledda bending over her grandmother, who was stroking his bloody head hands, was enough to get them back from the mob, convinced that he had gone too well.
"thou hast been? - Cialledda cried, but he was not shouting, was a mass of angry beasts - Who was that?"
Silence. From then on
Cialledda did not understand anything.
Who knows how much time had passed. Cialledda recovered from a kind of sleep that people still ran towards him, who are these? Carabinieri, weapons in hand, ran all Cialledda barely had time to look around that were about him go! Go! Move! Behind a whole caravan of stretchers, emergency radio, ambulances, did not recognize the place where he was and yet he was in my grandmother's house .... around a slaughterhouse, the entire building had collapsed, bodies everywhere, he was covered in blood from head to foot, but remained on his feet, he felt pain. The ambulance that came for the deviation in the wrong way. I wonder why there was a social worker in the midst of all the spectators, "Take me home" and she made him perhaps the tragedy, perhaps because no one would ever know in the midst of all this mess if it led to home.
Cialledda there had never been, it was all pink stuff a pillow stuffed full of trinkets and so on, even without asking for permission spotted the bathroom and went to slide it under the shower.
He undressed under the stream of water flowed forth red, did not no injuries or anything. He was fine, what the hell happened? She leaned down by moving the white plastic in red hearts.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"They say a gas leak, a tank that blew up everything, but I'm not sure it was all charred vitrified ... ... as if there was a flash ... are you ok then?"
Something snapped in his mind and body Cialledda, as if there had become something solid - he smiled - "Very good. Just great. Fuck?"
But maybe he did not say so, Cialledda was very kind.
"And then it ended up as a grandmother? What happened?"
"I do not know, has never Cialledda tell anyone and then went away without saying either A or O, and no one has seen. Some say he's gone to South America. "
" It's not that you just forgot? "
The grandmother made a face as if the child had hit the mark.
" Get a bowl from the cupboard - you merely said - we clean the beans. "
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