This morning at dawn, as I was reading chair in a very gripping novel, is a thunderstorm broke out as I had never heard. Thunder and lightning almost simultaneous, two-hundred-hour winds, heavy rain, uprooted trees imagined, crumpled billboards, roof tiles and cornices everywhere, roofless roofs, cars swept away by the fury of water, destroyed shops, tents and perhaps untapped people life-threatening. A full-blown hurricane. Then, suddenly, the total calm. I just feel the trickle of a gutter. Still terrified of thunder and roar, undecided whether to go to see the damage or try to sleep, I was in the chair. At my age I could in no case be useful out to see the damage. Half asleep I thought I heard the horn of a coach warned that the imminent departure of the nearby hotel guests. So as I was went to see the disasters caused by the storm, but there was no disaster, everything was in place as the night before, an order which reigned everywhere in fact I had never seen. The trees were in bloom, many small purple flower beds, no machine in the second row, the sidewalks clean and free of dog excrement or garbage bags nor cigarette butts on the ground near the bins. On the road went silent machines and electric motors. In the bar, the bartender was smiling, seemed to make coffee and cappuccino amused him a lot, greeted me kindly, the girl from the bench handing out brioche and croissants as if distributing the sweets of her marriage. In tobacco the operator usually grumpy treated me like I'm his favorite customer, bought the stamps and I wanted to give away a stick of candy. The guy told me to get the hardware to show me a new kind of universal screwdriver. The church bells sounded softly in the Piazza "Michelle" by the Beatles. In front of the church, an old diesel truck had become a thicket of rhododendrons. A young policeman was helping old ladies cross the street. From the ice cream came out with young gay huge ice cream cones with cream. I went too, the ice cream was a beautiful redhead with blue eyes wearing a skirt of tulle through which a glimpse of the pants color raspberry, lemon-colored bodice. In the square hung the scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries. Instead of posters advertising the RCV were the ballets and concerts. I was reminded of a film by Frank Capra. I was awakened by the Speaker of the Rai and emotional voice was giving the news that the hurricane had hit the city. There was destruction everywhere, untold damage and some casualties. Mr A Northern League pulled from the water pouring was saved by an African veditore bags instead a child is protected because it was miraculously saved by a wall of the AN election posters stuck between two trees. I feel insane, I had dreamed? Where the dream began and where the reality? The church bells sounded the death knell, I saw the disaster from the windows into the street. People are fighting over the parking lot.
Yes, it was just a dream in which everything was nice and tidy, the people friendly and helpful as we would like it always was too good to be true. I went back in my comfortable chair, swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills with a glass of port and I went back to read ...
EM
