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History of an anonymous, shallot-groomer Chapter 17

Quell’uomo che appariva solo di notte e le lasciava il cibo dinanzi alla porta della camera non doveva essere poi tanto cattivo: Noemi valutò le circostanze e si rese conto che egli avrebbe potuto farle del male, se solo avesse voluto, sin dalla prima volta, quando l’aveva visto avvicinarsi, restare immobile a guardarla and then return to their refuge. She must not fear it, but if he intended to make them his friends escape from the prison where he had segregated Anna Maria. Maybe he was locked up the house and could not wait to leave. Was not intimidated by his appearance: perhaps he had suffered an accident or was just born that way. She was working on her room, she used her bed and her underwear, but he had not rebelled and took them to eat well: it was obviously a monster! He decided to wait for the right moment to approach him and meanwhile he studied the system more appropriate to ingratiate himself. By day, he remained holed up in his hut and came out only at night when she thought that she was dormendo: lo vedeva, attraverso lo spioncino, andare in bagno, rovistare nel frigo, sedersi ad uno dei due tavoli per consumare una cena frugale. I locali erano sempre sufficientemente illuminati perché fuori dall’entrata che dava sul vialetto c’era una luce perennemente accesa ed il suo chiarore penetrava all’interno attraverso i vetri delle finestre. Decise di compiere un atto gentile nei confronti dell’uomo e di valutare le sue reazioni. Durante il giorno raccattò alcuni capi di abbigliamento sporchi sparsi per la casa e si diede da fare per lavarli stendendoli su un asciugatoio di fortuna posizionato di fronte alla porta blindata affinchè fosse bene in vista. Rassettò la cucina e tolse il disordine che vi regnava da quando era arrivata. Lavorò dalla prima mattina al tardo pomeriggio e restituì ai locali un aspetto decente. Non era sicura che l’uomo la osservasse, ma sperava che egli apprezzasse ciò che stava facendo. Indossava un suo camicione con le maniche corte che le arrivava a metà delle cosce e immaginava che egli la spiasse dal suo rifugio desiderandola come certamente l’aveva desiderata la prima notte. Calarono le tenebre e Noemi si trattenne per un po’ in cucina, poi si barricò nella camera attendendo che qualcosa accadesse. A notte fonda sentì aprirsi la porta blindata e vide l’uomo avanzare nel cono di luce proiettata dall’esterno: egli si fermò ad esaminare la biancheria quasi asciutta, la sniffed and went, clearly pleased, towards the refrigerator. Then Naomi left the room and approached him: "Can you tell me where I am?". The man was startled because he had not heard it happen and put his hand before his face as if to protect themselves. Out of his mouth only monosyllables that Naomi did not know if they were words or complaints. A closer look, even in low light the room, was even more poorly reduced by observing it as she appeared from a distance. However the girl was comforted because he had an aggressive attitude, far from it. It made him more questions, but it was really impossible to decipher his answers even though he tried to better explain the accompanying guttural sounds that managed to deliver the only gesture with his hand. The girl turned on the kitchen light and he repaired the elbow with his face still disfigured. Meanwhile, he was laid for two and for the first time since he was locked up in there, used the stove to prepare something hot. He pointed to a bottle of beer that was served in a glass on the paper tablecloth. They looked into his eyes for a few moments later the man began to eat heartily as if he had stayed too long on an empty stomach. Naomi watched him with curiosity without fear by imagining that his mutilation was the result of a serious accident. He sensed that even before the accident, he must have been a handsome man, tall above the average, well-placed, with thick brown hair and deep blue eyes. He could not quite figure out why he was there and what role the veneer in prison seemed more than a guardian who was also a recluse. It is understood through gestures, with great difficulty, because he was not even able to write on the sheet that Naomi had given him. However, she made him understand that if he wanted, he could sleep in the room next to his using the network that was leaning against the wall and the mattress that was lying nearby. The man appeared happy and with a gesture invited the girl to approach the front door. He opened it and ushered in a kind of underground tunnel, very long and wet, which was spreading in several places. In one of these indentations was arranged a cot pushed against the wall without plaster and another in front of a small television on a lopsided chest. On some shelves were stacked a bit 'of linen and some cans of canned meat and tuna, some beer bottles and paper cups. The corridor then kept getting lost in the dark. The man he accompanied the girl in the kitchen, lightly touched her hair as to want to give thanks, and gave one last fleeting look at her bare legs and neck of the shirt, returned to the shelter and we closed in with a key. Naomi could not sleep for the rest of the night he wandered the house trying to gather ideas and only then realized that the man had written a big B, in shaky block capitals on one of the sheets remained on the table. Though puzzling you could not give meaning to that letter, however, an important step forward was made: the man was harmless, hopeless and felt great attraction for her. A good base to work to escape from that prison!


Immersed in these thoughts he fell asleep at dawn. He was awakened about noon by some noise coming from the room next to her: the man with whom he shared the house had assembled the network and there was dragging on, with difficulty, the mattress. Greeted him with a big smile and he seemed to reciprocate, but went out of his mouth only a sort of gasp. He then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and two units with brightly colored paper napkins. If there was one thing that was missing in that house, after refueling at night, it was just the food: the woman which occurred the first night it appeared again at regular intervals every gift of God bringing

Noemi, and ate breakfast, the paper showed the man: "Your name starts with B? You were writing your name? " He made a sign that no, he was writing his own name, raised his hand, laid her down and held parallel to the floor like someone or something to indicate low or small. The girl did not know yet, "Can you complete the word?" He put the package on the side of the cup and handed him a pencil. He undertook to write and it took forever to complete the word "BΔRBRΔ. Only then Noemi understood the truth which, however, still found it hard to believe: it was crazy to think so, but it had to be that way.

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History of an anonymous, shallot-groomer Chapter 16

Biborka and Werner had found accommodation with his uncle Brixen already helped them on another occasion. He noted a number of gaps in their story, but being very fond of his nephew, decided not to investigate thoroughly satisfied for the moment, the general insurance. Biborka looked very tired and proven, ate very little and spent most of the day in bed. The house that hosted them was very large and occupy their beautiful upstairs room with a bay window and a parlor graced with potted geraniums. Werner's uncle, Gustavo, was an old industrial board for many years a widower who lived alone with assistance in the household chores, by an elderly lady next door. A life, its very withdrawn with the only exception of a fortnightly meeting with the few remaining friends at a local restaurant for a dinner in memory of joy in the good old days. Although it was a very discreet in particular wanted to know some more to justify the strange behavior of his grandson and his friend not so much curiosity as to help them in appropriate ways. Werner notched but any request or remained very vague justifications merely generic Biborka while there was no possibility of dialogue she knew very few words of German, no Italian language and having forgotten what little of Gustavo learned Hungarian in his youth. By chance he discovered that the bag of his nephew were stacked several wads of banknotes, ATS, and that fact had very alarmed. But one day, after seeing the umpteenth argument between Biborka and his nephew, he decided to put their backs to the wall for you to explain the reasons at the same time revealing the origin of all that money. Werner still tried to remain vague, but his uncle gave him no alternative: either tell the truth or to pack up and leave the house. "Biborka put me in a pickle! - He began his grandson-I know her for many years and we have lived together for a short period before I moved Budapest for work. I've always loved, but I realized that I could never meet his expectations: she aimed high, he wanted a comfortable life that I could not offer at that time. To go along with it I also changed jobs and our town I moved to the capital in search of fortune. Her for a while 'I waited, then she started with another and I lost all my hopes. However, we kept in touch and we met several times because in the meantime had moved on Lake Balaton. On those occasions, I begged to go with me but she was deaf ear because obviously the person with whom he could offer was much more than quello che io avrei potuto. Continuammo ad incontrarci, senza dare troppo nell’occhio, per un lungo periodo ed ogni volta mi scoprivo più innamorato.” Guardò verso la strada e si schiarì la voce. “Poi un brutto giorno lei mi disse che dovevamo interrompere la nostra relazione perché si stava mettendo con una persona, un politico, molto potente ed in vista che non avrebbe perdonato le sue scappatelle. Venni a sapere che si trattava addirittura di un parlamentare rimasto vedovo da qualche anno e molto più anziano di lei. Continuammo comunque a frequentarci, usando mille precauzioni, parecchie volte l’anno. Ultimamente Biborka mi confidava di aver perso ogni autonomia e di sentirsi prigioniera nella grande casa of which she became the mistress. He also told me to fear for their safety suspecting that her husband had killed his first wife. I of course I believed, and together we designed a plan to rescue from slavery. He said he had provided a large sum of money stolen from bank accounts of her husband in a few months without him noticing. I, unwisely, I had meanwhile made to believe to be in a flourishing economic situation, the result of the new work undertaken in the capital, so we could look with confidence to the future. "He cleared his voice again looking for the right words to describe the most the thorny matter. "In fact, you uncle You know, I was the only bureau chief accountant of the company where I worked: I spent considerable sums in their hands, but my salary was certainly not a fairy tale. I began to steal small amounts of falsifying the books, then more substantial sums earmarked to Biborka decided that the way of escape. One day we met at the local bar in downtown Budapest and she said that her husband had become more violent and that someday he would kill her. I believe her this time and the next morning I impossessai of another sum of money, I prepared two suitcases, one for the money for other personal items, loaded it all into the car and reached the place in which we had gathered. In the company of course had not yet noticed anything because I had taken three days off and the husband of my partner was still unaware of the fact that its accounts had been drained. We reached Ödenburg and passes them without difficulty repairing the border with Austria in Carinthia. "On hearing the name of that city was attacked by Gustavo old memories: he was born there, you had spent his childhood living in tension after the referendum when the city had opted for Hungary and several German-speaking inhabitants, especially those employed in public administration, were repaired nell'austriaco Burgenland. His brother, Werner's father had operated a restaurant because they preferred to stay busy, and loved his work. They had been there as well as some relatives of his mother, while his childhood friend, with whom he met again, he preferred to emigrate first in Bavaria and then in the Italian Tyrol. Ödenburg became Sopron and Gustavo had not had the opportunity to come back even if it was meant to do before I die. The majority of the population, but there were the fraud, had voted for sovereignty not to submit to the Hungarian Social Democratic government, which means "red", which at that time held the power in Austria. Ironically, these people then had to endure several years of communist dictatorship bitterly regretting the choice made at the time while his father Werner was able to emigrate, but most of emigration it was an escape, leaving his wife and children to follow a young person was infatuated. The mother of the aspiring groomer had to roll up their sleeves to raise three sons with the proceeds of an asset that the poor had not been nationalized, but made it less every day. After his father's death began with Werner Biborka, that city was considered a no-good, ignoring the advice of his mother and brothers who were absolutely opposed to the union. They went to live in via Kossuth, in una vecchia ed umida palazzina già sede di una scuola elementare, ma la donna iniziò subito a lamentarsi per quella sistemazione precaria ed a pretendere che Werner si desse immediatamente da fare perchè quella non poteva rimanere a lungo la loro casa. Il ragazzo si indebitò con alcuni parenti per soddisfare le richieste della donna, ma neanche questo bastò e, dopo un breve periodo di convivenza, lei decise di ritornare dai propri genitori. Si separarono per un po', poi tornarono ad incontrarsi con una certa frequenza e le frequentazioni non si interruppero nemmeno quando Biborka decise di accasarsi prima con un agiato burocrate della capitale e poi con l'anziano parlamentare rimasto vedovo della prima moglie. Werner, due to this clandestine relationship that always hoped to turn into something definitive, it remained suspended for many years in limbo, faithful to a woman who did not deserve all this devotion.


"We scrape together a decent nest egg, but now there is an arrest warrant on our shoulders and move frequently from place to place to avoid being sent to jail," Werner continued. His uncle looked more puzzled that surprised: "You have committed a series of mistakes that can cost you dear! Biborka at least told you the truth or did he just fooled because he was tired of her husband? And by the way Who is this man so important and so violent? "Werner told the name of the politician to his uncle: he was evidently of Austrian origin, though poorly edited in an improbable Hungarian version. "But where is this man?" He asked. "It 's a small town not far from Ödenburg towards Mörbisch" said Werner. The uncle was thoughtful for a moment: "You have not answered my question: Biborka you used to achieve its goals or is truly in love with you?" The grandson put his hands through his hair and began to sob: "A I have to tell you the truth, I trusted a clever cheater! Now lei ha mille idee per la testa ed ignora a quali sotterfugi io abbia dovuto ricorrere pur di accontentarla. Incomincio a dubitare anche della storia che mi ha raccontato a proposito del marito violento e dell’uxoricidio di cui egli si sarebbe macchiato. Parecchi riscontri mi portano oggi ad immaginare che la prima moglie si sia veramente suicidata e che la fantasia di Biborka non abbia limiti.” “Più che fantasia io la definirei perfidia” replicò Gustavo. “Ora comunque datti una calmata e vedrò se esiste una via d'uscita: ti sei messo comunque in un brutto pasticcio. Saresti disposto a scaricare la tua amica? Intendo dire, se tu avessi la certezza matematica che lei ti abbia ingannato saresti disposto ad abbandonarla al proprio fate? Why is not that there is much room to move or to find alternative solutions. "Werner said nothing and left his uncle and headed for the room in which the expected Biborka:" We'll talk tomorrow, "he said before disappearing into the room. After a few minutes Gustavo felt that the two argued, but failed to grasp the meaning of the speech. The two went out together only from their room the next morning just before noon. The woman was distraught man dragged her: "Come on, call Bianca Maria and get it over with once and for all!" They decided that Werner would have taken the courses and then implant the pet shop, as designed in home, hoping not to be hunted by the police yet and that the visit of the mysterious character at the Laboratory of White had nothing to do with their situation.

Gustavo bar their way, "Translate to your lovely now I'll tell you what: I found out that her husband is an authoritarian, but not violent. I knew he had to endure numerous betrayals by this woman-and he pointed Biborka-because, dear Werner, only you were not there in his heart. The wife has actually committed suicide in a hospital for mental illness on Lake Balaton, while her husband was in Parliament in Budapest. Your friend has dried up as current accounts, but she could use them to your liking essendoseli cointestato made after fooled the old wife for which he has not committed any crime. The only trouble is you, my poor nephew, and I'm sure she will seek to optimize and then report you to the Italian authorities and out of the way. "Gustavo had no difficulty in obtaining that information through relatives in Hungary. In one morning he discovered that Werner had failed to discover, or had not wanted to do? within a few years. "Then he continued, first you get rid of your beautiful and then begin to evaluate your position." Werner translated all to Biborka, without omitting a comma, pushed her out of the house and together they walked along the arcades. The woman remained silent

tripped awkwardly on the right: what he said was absolutely true and Gustavo nothing remained to be replicated. Werner, screaming like a madman out all the resentment and feeling betrayed by the one person who had come to love throughout their lifetime. He would have preferred that the Biborka interrupted in some way trying to justify himself, but she remained cold as an icicle. Walked three times up and down the street and returned before the house of his uncle: "I collect my things and me I go to that point, "said Biborka-I would have preferred that the story would end differently, but maybe it's better that way. "In fact, he decided to spend the last period of his life with Werner had always enjoyed in his youth had also loved, but then it was too ambitious to retire to live in a small provincial town with no property. Even in the short period in which they lived was still granted the escapades of which we feel a heavy remorse. Would return to her husband who, as he was old and senile, no doubt would forgive a betrayal. Was in a position to repay the amounts not paid as well, until then, had not given the background resources that remained well hidden in a background of the case. He did not reply because at that point, there was nothing left to mend. They went upstairs and after a few minutes she left the house dragging his belongings. If he had better check the inside of the suitcase would have noticed that most of the notes he had taken off. Gustavo fact made sure that his nephew was at least partly compensated for the wrongs and put in a position to remedy its slope with the company that cheated would certainly have withdrawn the complaint.

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Naomi was soon realized to be a prisoner in the house roofs lean against the hill, the two ports that could communicate with the outside windows were closed and protected by sturdy railings. There were obviously way out. He tried not to lose his temper and went to scout the various local inspecting every corner to find out if there was any chance to get out of that house. He was shivering with cold and then took off her clothes completely soaked, and went looking for something with which to dry. In the house was perfectly indescribable disorder: two on the kitchen table was piled with dirty dishes, leftover food and a few bottles of beer in the adjacent room in the two rooms and bathroom were stacked in various garments including men's socks, sweaters and pants dirty. The electric heater was on, but the water came down barely warm and the shower tray was covered with three fingers of foam which showed a towel dirty and frayed. Naomi saw a bathrobe hanging on the wall, examined it from afar and appeared clean enough, but when he decided to wear it felt an acrid smell of sweat and threw him to the ground in disgust. Of the two large rooms only one was equipped with an unmade bed, a wardrobe and a rickety metal table, while in a network against the wall were shorter and a greasy mattress thrown in a corner. He began to fear that, somewhere, could get out of mice or cockroaches and was scared to imagine. He opened the large hall closet, took out a loden, took him into the kitchen and placed it, lying on the table after it cleared by the largest objects that were stacked. He wiped as he could with some rags taken from a drawer and realized only then also have a large bruise at the right side: "You'll pay for this," he said, referring to Anna Maria. He went to the fridge, opened it but found only scraps of food, or consumed several beers still closed in mid-and tuna cans. He pulled the door and walked to the back wall of the large something is amiss because the local: the existence of a security door that logic, should not have existed on that side of the house being built against the hill. We thought about this for a moment without an explanation then returned to the kitchen, opened one by one the drawers of the sideboard in search of cheese hidden under a napkin. He opened a couple, took a tin of tuna from the fridge and that was his dinner after a day of great tensions that would end, it was feared, with a night of nightmares. He inspected every corner of the house yet because, after all, had not lost his appetite, but did not find anything else edible, tired and lay shivering on the table where had placed his coat open and the two flaps closed over his body remained stuck in a kind of sleeping bag. He was unable to sleep because of course he had caught cold during the trip in the rain and wondered who it belonged to that house and if there are any dangers. Not suspected of being in a secluded area of \u200b\u200bthe wide spread around the park of Villa Anna Maria, or that someone was watching at that very moment, through the peephole of the front door. He dozed off for a moment waking with a start for a small noise: the light was turned off but could be glimpsed the outline of a person who was approaching the table very slowly and unsteadily. Terrified pulled the hem of his coat over his eyes and waited to be stabbed, knifed or raped. Nothing came of it: he saw a figure standing at only a few inches from his feet almost in admiration. He realized he had discovered her thighs, but did not dare to move and held his breath until that person, man or woman was, retraced his steps, reached the door, opened it and disappeared in a light shining path .

He could not of course a wink for the rest of the night remains shrouded in big, heavy coat immobilized with fear and undecided what to do. At the first light of dawn came down from the table, and threw in a loden angle began to wander through the house inspecting every corner and yet thoroughly convinced that he had done just a bad dream. He walked cautiously to the wall even with the strong door, the wall was very humid, even with a growth of moss in some places and with the plaster peeling. He was convinced that behind it there could be none other than the hill which, from the side window, glimpsed the outline. The door was closed naturally and put his ear does not hear any noise. He went into the bathroom and noticed that the water had become so filled the hot tub next to the shower and I slipped inside. He lingered until the last trying to get rid of any moisture accumulated si asciugò tamponandosi con l’accappatoio, senza però indossarlo, e si infilò un paio di enormi boxer, l’unico indumento pulito presente nella casa. La luce calda del mattino riuscì a tranquillizzarla ed a restituirle un minimo di ottimismo: sarebbe uscita da quella situazione vendicandosi per tutte le angherie subite.

Con il calar delle tenebre i suoi timori però riaffiorarono e decise di barricarsi nella camera dove c’era l’unico letto disponibile, chiuse la porta a chiave e rinforzò la serratura puntando contro la maniglia un comodino metallico. Iniziava a sentire i morsi della fame, ma in quel momento essi rappresentavano il problema minore perché era terrorizzata dal pensiero di dover trascorrere another night in that accursed house. Through the keyhole, could see a good half of the kitchen and the room where he had barricaded felt sufficiently safe even if anything but quiet. About two o'clock a little noise and the beam of light awoke from a restless slumber: the security door was opening. He entered a large man who wore a suit and limp along painfully with a cane. He saw clearly that he was missing a leg, but he could not see her face that was always in shadow. He walked to the refrigerator and it disappeared from the visible area. So that was not a nightmare the night before, but someone shared with her the house and, during the day, was held hidden behind the security door. Perhaps there was another flat and the hill began later, or the man had dug a shelter in the rock. He heard another door open, the one through which she had entered the driveway and heard a female voice, but was not to Anna, which answered a long lament, a kind of subdued weeping, that made her shiver. A few minutes later the door closed and the man returned to the area visible carry, with obvious effort, two large bags from the supermarket. He stopped at the door of the room and placed the food on the floor. Naomi saw that his face was horribly disfigured and, in addition to the missing leg, even a hand injury. The man walked slowly towards the security door and vanished away in a soft light.

Noemi said the food left in front of the room, looking like good stuff and hunger grew. He calculated he could take possession of those commodities with a quick sortie from their refuge and that the door where the man was gone was far enough away so as to enable it to return quickly to the room in case of danger, then went into the kitchen, took food and is bolted back into the room where he found refuge by locking and buttressing the entrance. In those same moments

Paul, just finished work, was wondering where her friend was over. He had not yet had the courage to return to the apartment that he and the girl parted, but had decided to do so as soon as possible because there were his clothes, money, documents and could not long remain a guest of the convent because the blond began to become nervous situation and demanded that their privacy. And coming soon is also his girlfriend and, before that visit, he should definitely move out from that admission of luck. He noticed the car

Noemi still stuck in the place where they had left two nights before and what had seemed very strange. He imagined that she, after having left the lab, he contacted a guy who on other occasions, during some of their quarrel, he had consoled: it was in the throes of a fit of jealousy and extremely available to humble while to recover, but also wanted to delay the most of the time the comparison. He took the road leading to the apartment and happened to have with them the keys. He entered with prudent behavior, made a quick survey and found that everything was left exactly as they had left two days earlier. Naomi was in the house of his friend? He gathered the most necessary things and decided again that night, returning to the convent by Anselmo did not want the girl sopraggiungesse, maybe in the heart of quell'accompagnatore night and maybe that would gladly have killed him.

what he would do the next day with the teacher? He had no choice: he had to return to work on sight sailing and minimizing their own responsibility, to humiliate and hope in an unlikely pardon. If Bianca would prevaricate satisfied with those performances that she has long had on top of his thoughts: a Desperate times call for desperate measures! At the convent slept little and badly dreaming Noemi, comparing his body lithe and beautiful with the repulsive and the teacher awoke with a start at dawn.

White and Anna while they were consulting: "I would keep even that delinquent ammesso che si faccia ancora vedere, ma desidero vendicarmi –disse la maestra– si merita certamente una punizione esemplare e noi abbiamo il coltello dalla parte del manico.” “Ma ti è proprio indispensabile?” replicò Anna Maria. “In questo momento si, almeno sino a che Virginia non si impratichisce di più, poi intendo rifilargli il classico calcio nel sedere!” Decisero di seguire quella tattica e di sfruttare Paolo a loro piacimento per tutto il tempo necessario. Bianca si sentì sollevata perché il lavoro sarebbe proseguito senza intoppi ed in quel momento tutte le braccia, anche quelle dei traditori, erano indispensabili: “Ma dove sarà finita Noemi?” domandò alla sorella. "Bho, you'll be licking their wounds in some brothel," said Anna. They lowered the gate of the workshop met and headed to the restaurant they wanted to celebrate their victory.