How Durable Is Alienware 15

The door

the door.

been years since I was in the clinical analysis laboratory close to home, is to make the analysis of control consigliatemi from my doctor, is to collect the reports. He was always gone smoothly, wait times were more or less always the same, the influx of customers in and out was steady at the times. But someday, the exit, I found a couple of people who tried in vain to open the door that seemed blocked. Beyond the glass was already a group of people who could not enter. The people inside tried to actuate the release button, pulling the door locked, those outside could not help but push no sign that the door to unlock. All, however, gesticulating to explain that the door was locked, there was also an exchange of screams as the glass door and was quite often the voices are barely heard. After a few minutes had reached other people is to get that out, had stopped by now more than twenty people and the confusion had come at the most. Among those who had come off had become a popular television character, then we learned that a journalist living in the same building. This gentleman gesticulating trying to make it clear to us that we were locked inside the building that needed to call someone to open the door with the key. In fact, after a few minutes, attracted by the din came a But with such a key that is useless to open the door from the inside. After another sgrulloni the door on both sides finally reached an employee of the laboratory, came from some outside door tried to open the door with another key. Another failed attempt. I was standing almost on top of a swing. In front of me, outside, there was a girl with a pink sweater, very nice that I felt a familiar face. The situation was a stalemate, we did not know to whom to turn to solve the problem. At that point we were about forty people, who ressegnato, who was vexed, and who almost furious. An elderly lady, a little 'big, gasping and someone brought her a chair, another a fan. I always face from the girl in pink, almost pleased to see a nice face, almost amused. Every now and then we exchanged a few eyes, I noticed he had the eyes and deep blacks. Maybe we were the only two to have fun for the unusual incident. The journalist, knowing the building, was making the sweeping gestures to indicate to us, closed in, to return to the lab and from there to go around until the 'service entrance that someone would have said, to go out and at the same Time called on people to 'follow him outside to do the same route to enter. Eventually the situation was unlocked and we moved all to make this path alternative. Me and the girl we gave it one last look, almost sorry to interrupt the scene changes. It was part of the lab and then pass in a corridor at the end of which there was a room, from here you went into a courtyard and then to the back of the building that led outside. Halfway through I met the girl in pink slowed and I felt almost an invitation to stop and talk, while people who hurried steps in one direction and those in the other.
"I must apologize," I said to the girl in pink, "do not want to seem intrusive, but the case brought us together, and since we have faced for a long time, I can almost know"
"Although it seems to me to know"
seemed to me that encourages me to keep talking.
"Excuse me, you're in a hurry?"
"No, I had to pick only an analysis but now there is such a crowd .. I can come back later "
" Would you go to get something from the bar next door? "
" Sure, I'd love to "
So we left and went to sit near the bar. The waiter came.
"What It Takes?"-I asked
"I'm greedy, I'd take a nice kiss .. gelatone, nougat and hazelnut
" And the Lord, "asked the waiter
" I'd like a seasoned tomato juice. Meanwhile
I had the opportunity to better observe the girl and I realized that it was extremely pretty, slim, elegant, well made up and coiffed, just a figure.
"But you live here?" I asked
"Yes,"
"But exactly .."
"In this same street, at 26"
"Really, I live at 26"
"Scala ?
"Scale A"
"No, I B scale, why do not we meet"
"But we meet often, but she is always so distracted ..."
"It is possible that I have never noticed .. I seems unforgivable ..
"I agree that it is unforgivable, usually does not go unnoticed ..
"But then .. maybe you also know what my name ..
"Sissignorino, Alessandro Martini, Bean said ..
"I can not believe .. but how .."
"On the third floor, the walls are thin, I hear her mother ..
"But you ...
"Angela Aletti .. for friends, Lina "
" I'm confused, I feel like a fool ..
'A little you are, dear Chicco, is more than a year I'm watching you, you needed a locked door because you noticing me "
" I'm sorry, I know I'm a bit' absent-minded, I always think my comics, you will know that drawing comics
"What sign Chicco.
"Oh Lina, is a landslide,"
"No, Mr. Martini, your comics are beautiful."
So we met three years ago and now we bring that bar our twins to eat that excellent ice cream, Bibi loves hazelnut, Lulu the fruit ice cream .. I'm loyal to the tomato juice, mixed with Lina loves gelatoni so much cream.
In place of the famous front door there is a nice sliding glass door ...

September 2006 EM

Homemade Cookies To Dunk In Milk

A deluge

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