"I never had so much fun in my life." He wiped tears from his eyes while a couple of jerks and their smiles left to guess that they were not bitter. "Truly a wonderful story, Aldo, beautiful. You must have had a very interesting life. "Not so much more interesting than other people my age, my dear. After all, those of my ... "the words froze in his throat, still tremors shaking his body, triggered by violent coughing. Adriana quickly got up, pulled him up and handed him a glass of water. He managed to do a few sips, the cough subsided. He smiled, then waved her hand as if to say 'm fine, thanks to make it return to its place. He seemed much older than his age. He was only sixty years. "Those of my generation, I say," said rearranging the camp, and Adriana returned to his chair, "is another of pasta, we had no mica television, us. The radio, if it was fine. We lived on the street. Now you're all there, holed up in apartments, without ever leaving. When I was young I was never at home. You, for example, leave, go somewhere, you must not stay here all the time. I know I look after myself. "You know very well that I can not leave it alone. Not now. She needs me. "I need you? Really, Adriana? I now I no longer need anyone. All the people who could help me I have turned my back, I have ignored, insulted me. The thing that hurts most, Adriana, is I do not have believed it. In order to save face, while thinking about their interests, let me down. They say they are no longer in me, I do not know what I say. That are not shiny. No one expressed a word of comfort, no one has really thought of me, but only to what I represent. What my being here in this room, weak and weary, guarded by you, is. And I'm tired, Adriana, tired of seeing the dignity of a man destroyed by self-interest, gossip, violence, hypocrisy. I do not want to be a symbol. I want to be an old man, a father, a husband, a man. Just this. Leave me alone, everyone. "A tear gleamed across the face of Adriana. The words of Aldo were agonizing, terrible, in his eyes. He rose from his chair, slowly, and headed for the door damaged by moisture. Upon leaving, while switched off the light, he said, "I just hope I can find a way to forgive me. To forgive all. "Aldo was silent in the dark for a long time. Only by listening very carefully you could have heard a faint sobs punctuated by brief prayer. He also asked for forgiveness. Suddenly, the door swung open violently. Two badly dressed men entered the room. One of them said "In the name of the revolutionary movement, Red Brigades us, enemies of the ... "Little chatter" - interrupted the other - "Let's get him downstairs and put an end to this story."
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