1 - mint
run the water and poured the first glass itself, the second for its plant. It began to get hot and needed more water, he and its plan.
His plan was mint and stood on the balcony.
His name was Charles and he was ready to quit. Make sure you have the keys and he reviewed in mind the following address: Via Signoretti, No. 19.
Libaldi Walking Street, came to Via Carlo Signoretti at number 50. It was still early, had to wait until dark, and so remained on the side of even numbers and walk up to number 176 then crossed and came slowly back.
At number 19 Via Signoretti was a condominium.
Six days before, on Tuesday, Charles was walking when his eyes were attracted by a red light on your right. It was noted that numerino the floor where the elevator was the number 19. Had stopped. The entrance was dark and Charles could only see himself reflected in the doorway and that red number. The marked number 2.
had suddenly illuminated a square just below the number. It was the button to call the elevator. The number had become three, then a four, then a pause, then three. Someone was coming down.
Charles had decided to move to avoid being seen but continued to stare at the red number and could not move. Meanwhile, the number had risen to two and the square-button had gone out. Someone had gone from fourth to second floor.
He had moved with a sigh, had come down the street to see his name. Then he had crossed, was back at the apartment building across the street and looked at the house number. Stored in the address he had promised to return.
Carlo was curious, liked mysteries. He wanted to go back to number 19 in Via Signoretti but decided to wait a few days to avoid arousing suspicion.
Now it was Monday, six days had passed.
The number marked 5.
Charles leaned in a car and lit a cigarette. Between him and the door was the whole sidewalk but pedestrians were few and he distinctly saw the numbers of the lift.
lit up the key, took a shot, and 5-4-3, smoking quiet, 2-1, to Charles shook hands, the cigarette on the floor and rolled under the car to which it supported, the numbers went Forward: 0 and -1.
Carl tried to calm down. He had imagined the doors that opened flowing and flowing as a light yellow pus and had been afraid. As if the elevator could not leave one person, but something evil. He felt that if the elevator had stopped would have fainted. Luckily it was not successful. But even he came around. He climbed to the second plan. Then he stopped. Then up to the fourth. Then nothing.
Charles was exhausted. He could not move, he wanted to return home to his plant, home to think.
continued to fix the gate and its mirror image and four red.
He got the garage door at number 17.
A car with tinted windows came out, silently. Charles looked at the corner of my eye, take Via Signoretti, turned his head to read the plate but was not fast enough: it was gone.
Must-up? -
was a lady who was fumbling with her purse.
-No, thanks-
Mrs. found the keys and opened the door.
Charles waited until she had entered, and before turning on the light went out.
home. Only eight steps, a gate and two more steps. The wooden door, wooden door, the poor, two laps of the key to the right and Charles was at home.
run the water and drank the first glass, the second took him to the balcony.
The mint plant was still drinking his first glass.
-Hello-es'addormentò told her on the chair in his scent. With his right hand holding the glass resting on her belly.
He was awakened by the rain.
droplets bouncing on the floor and splashed on his bare feet.
did not remember taking off my shoes. They were beside him, with his socks inside.
remembered, however, parts of the dream he had done.
The red number looked at him. I was curious about changing 2-3-4-pause-stop-4-5 and 5-4-2. But saying you should not see the elevator. It was an order. Strong in his head.
And people came. Everyone asked him
-I leave open? - Or must-go? - O-Log?
him, on time, he replied: "No
or -I am waiting ... - ... o-Look - and those came just turned around to watch the road. He could not look at the elevator.
Then he was in a garage.
There was a bluish light. As dawn. He felt uneasy.
Blind. Darkness on the move. Inside the elevator? Panic and then calm. A word to calm him down: yellow
saw a friend from afar. Or at least believed it. Do not call him to verify it was him. The watched from afar. That, became a shadow, it disappears farther along the road. And he crossed via Signoretti, recognizing only then, with a black bag. He felt guilty. But, fortunately, to the relief had come the rain and he had sung.
The same rain that had awakened. He looked at her shoes beside her: soups. Socks, as well. He touched his shirt: dry but it was not the same as when he had fallen asleep.
Brrrrr. And a word in my head: yellow.
no longer had any desire to return to number 19 in Via Signoretti.
2 - the investigator
Mrs. Ronco was always at home.
lived on the first floor of number 19 of Via Signoretti.
Its windows looked directly onto the street. From 18:00, 18:10 up, read a book before one of its windows and gave glances to the road.
One day he noticed a gentleman, a man with a mustache. Respectable, would have told him at that time. He had been standing outside the door, had a mirror and was gone. Harmless, he told him at that time. It was Tuesday.
Just that day came Mrs. Gallo, the second floor of the mad, the one who makes the rounds in the elevator up and down. Ms. Ronco had not opened, he was afraid of strangers.
Her husband, Mr. Ronco, came home from work at 20 as every Tuesday, said that the staircase light did not work. The elevator does.
Now there were three special events in a day: the Lord "respectable and innocent", the visit of the old crazy elevator that worked without power.
Mrs. Ronco had decided to keep my eyes open.
A week passed without special events. Six days to be precise. The Monday after, in fact, Ms. Gallo returned to play at his bell.
Mrs. Ronco had become courage and opened the door.
-What do you want? -
-can throw my trash, please? -
Mrs. Ronco had slammed the door, it was not anyone's slave-girl, she.
and returned to his window just in time to get to see the gentleman with the mustache. It seemed more respectable and harmless. He had been standing outside the door, leaning against a car, had smoked a cigarette and then came back Mrs. Foschi and the gentleman with the mustache was gone.
Mrs. Ronco, 19 were 30, had gone to see a detective show waiting for her husband but when Mr. Ronco returned from the club, as at 22 every Monday and told her again the matter of the lift and Current and added that there was a guy at the door, a with a mustache. Ms. Ronco ran to the window but that was already gone.
The same three events, with the aggravating circumstance of the return of the sinister man with a mustache. He decided to take care and so that night he was awake.
About midnight he heard the elevator move. He ran to the window but saw only a figure disappearing across the street. He stayed awake for the rest of the night but nothing moved no more. He could not call the police for so little, they said
-I-will watch, he said when he got up at 5:30 to prepare breakfast for her husband.
A month after that Monday found the old fool, Ms. Gallo, who died in the elevator but the Lady Ronco not heard of it, just the day before she was hospitalized for exhaustion.
3 - elevator
Mrs. Gallo was very old.
He ninety-five years but seemed to have one million.
remembered so many things and lived alone. It was a bit 'tired but he was fine.
were days that never left the building but had given up some little walk.
went out, locked and take the elevator.
One night he started talking to him. So, between a plan and another, such an old friend. The lift was a good friend.
-You know, many things happened, Caro-Lift
and tells stories of past and television programs. Sometimes the border was blurred.
His children lived far away. "I want to live with my hands, you know - and had rejected the proposal to be a month from each of them and also to keep a woman in the house. -Then there was a talking dog and those, the owners, had won. What I go on television to make bets and also dwarfs a man pulling a truck-
If you had a talking dog, other than gambling.
-Fortuna us you, Dear Elevator. They have not said that I leave the house anymore. But we do not talk to me. "
That the talking dog was the only time that Ms. Gall told the elevator of her present. He would not play the victim. His days were quiet and boring moments in the elevator were the best.
Television programs were excuses to reflect.
-Last night there was a movie with the Germans. When they were bad. The British and Americans were the good guys. At school, I I've got the third grade, the teacher c'aveva said that the British were bad then they become good. A friend of mine has made her wedding dress with a parachute that have taken prisoner. I do not remember if it was English or German. Anyway. Now they're all good. My son David lives in Germany. He says it's like here but pay more. I have heard that there are Turks. On those not yet known whether they are friends or enemies. Some say they put the bombs and immigrants for the robberies. Some people who write poems and my sister c'aveva the woman at home who was Turkish, no, Romanian, and it was good. "
It was a little boy to take them shopping. He always had a thing for him, never money. He had also made a scarf.
But one day he asked if he could throw his garbage bag and Pino, it was called the villain, he said no.
the evening, Ms. Gallo asked to accompany her to the elevator on each floor.
He said: "Dear Elevator, today I did not want to talk."
With roommates did not go well: who was there and who did not open and those who refused.
He had taken a larger envelope, one of those black, hoping that someday would lead to advice or to Ms. Pino Mesti or that of the first floor.
But after six days, just one of the first plane had slammed the door in his face. RONCO-Lords-the label said that nearly took the nose. In the elevator
let out a Ronco-Lady-and his face added details.
That night a strange thing happened. The doorbell rang, it was late, but Mrs. Gallo was still awake. He looked through the peephole: a man. Ever seen.
-Siiiii? - Asked
- Ms. Gallo? run the water and poured the first glass itself, the second for its plant. It began to get hot and needed more water, he and its plan.
His plan was mint and stood on the balcony.
His name was Charles and he was ready to quit. Make sure you have the keys and he reviewed in mind the following address: Via Signoretti, No. 19.
Libaldi Walking Street, came to Via Carlo Signoretti at number 50. It was still early, had to wait until dark, and so remained on the side of even numbers and walk up to number 176 then crossed and came slowly back.
At number 19 Via Signoretti was a condominium.
Six days before, on Tuesday, Charles was walking when his eyes were attracted by a red light on your right. It was noted that numerino the floor where the elevator was the number 19. Had stopped. The entrance was dark and Charles could only see himself reflected in the doorway and that red number. The marked number 2.
had suddenly illuminated a square just below the number. It was the button to call the elevator. The number had become three, then a four, then a pause, then three. Someone was coming down.
Charles had decided to move to avoid being seen but continued to stare at the red number and could not move. Meanwhile, the number had risen to two and the square-button had gone out. Someone had gone from fourth to second floor.
He had moved with a sigh, had come down the street to see his name. Then he had crossed, was back at the apartment building across the street and looked at the house number. Stored in the address he had promised to return.
Carlo was curious, liked mysteries. He wanted to go back to number 19 in Via Signoretti but decided to wait a few days to avoid arousing suspicion.
Now it was Monday, six days had passed.
The number marked 5.
Charles leaned in a car and lit a cigarette. Between him and the door was the whole sidewalk but pedestrians were few and he distinctly saw the numbers of the lift.
lit up the key, took a shot, and 5-4-3, smoking quiet, 2-1, to Charles shook hands, the cigarette on the floor and rolled under the car to which it supported, the numbers went Forward: 0 and -1.
Carl tried to calm down. He had imagined the doors that opened flowing and flowing as a light yellow pus and had been afraid. As if the elevator could not leave one person, but something evil. He felt that if the elevator had stopped would have fainted. Luckily it was not successful. But even he came around. He climbed to the second plan. Then he stopped. Then up to the fourth. Then nothing.
Charles was exhausted. He could not move, he wanted to return home to his plant, home to think.
continued to fix the gate and its mirror image and four red.
He got the garage door at number 17.
A car with tinted windows came out, silently. Charles looked at the corner of my eye, take Via Signoretti, turned his head to read the plate but was not fast enough: it was gone.
Must-up? -
was a lady who was fumbling with her purse.
-No, thanks-
Mrs. found the keys and opened the door.
Charles waited until she had entered, and before turning on the light went out.
home. Only eight steps, a gate and two more steps. The wooden door, wooden door, the poor, two laps of the key to the right and Charles was at home.
run the water and drank the first glass, the second took him to the balcony.
The mint plant was still drinking his first glass.
-Hello-es'addormentò told her on the chair in his scent. With his right hand holding the glass resting on her belly.
He was awakened by the rain.
droplets bouncing on the floor and splashed on his bare feet.
did not remember taking off my shoes. They were beside him, with his socks inside.
remembered, however, parts of the dream he had done.
The red number looked at him. I was curious about changing 2-3-4-pause-stop-4-5 and 5-4-2. But saying you should not see the elevator. It was an order. Strong in his head.
And people came. Everyone asked him
-I leave open? - Or must-go? - O-Log?
him, on time, he replied: "No
or -I am waiting ... - ... o-Look - and those came just turned around to watch the road. He could not look at the elevator.
Then he was in a garage.
There was a bluish light. As dawn. He felt uneasy.
Blind. Darkness on the move. Inside the elevator? Panic and then calm. A word to calm him down: yellow
saw a friend from afar. Or at least believed it. Do not call him to verify it was him. The watched from afar. That, became a shadow, it disappears farther along the road. And he crossed via Signoretti, recognizing only then, with a black bag. He felt guilty. But, fortunately, to the relief had come the rain and he had sung.
The same rain that had awakened. He looked at her shoes beside her: soups. Socks, as well. He touched his shirt: dry but it was not the same as when he had fallen asleep.
Brrrrr. And a word in my head: yellow.
no longer had any desire to return to number 19 in Via Signoretti.
2 - the investigator
Mrs. Ronco was always at home.
lived on the first floor of number 19 of Via Signoretti.
Its windows looked directly onto the street. From 18:00, 18:10 up, read a book before one of its windows and gave glances to the road.
One day he noticed a gentleman, a man with a mustache. Respectable, would have told him at that time. He had been standing outside the door, had a mirror and was gone. Harmless, he told him at that time. It was Tuesday.
Just that day came Mrs. Gallo, the second floor of the mad, the one who makes the rounds in the elevator up and down. Ms. Ronco had not opened, he was afraid of strangers.
Her husband, Mr. Ronco, came home from work at 20 as every Tuesday, said that the staircase light did not work. The elevator does.
Now there were three special events in a day: the Lord "respectable and innocent", the visit of the old crazy elevator that worked without power.
Mrs. Ronco had decided to keep my eyes open.
A week passed without special events. Six days to be precise. The Monday after, in fact, Ms. Gallo returned to play at his bell.
Mrs. Ronco had become courage and opened the door.
-What do you want? -
-can throw my trash, please? -
Mrs. Ronco had slammed the door, it was not anyone's slave-girl, she.
and returned to his window just in time to get to see the gentleman with the mustache. It seemed more respectable and harmless. He had been standing outside the door, leaning against a car, had smoked a cigarette and then came back Mrs. Foschi and the gentleman with the mustache was gone.
Mrs. Ronco, 19 were 30, had gone to see a detective show waiting for her husband but when Mr. Ronco returned from the club, as at 22 every Monday and told her again the matter of the lift and Current and added that there was a guy at the door, a with a mustache. Ms. Ronco ran to the window but that was already gone.
The same three events, with the aggravating circumstance of the return of the sinister man with a mustache. He decided to take care and so that night he was awake.
About midnight he heard the elevator move. He ran to the window but saw only a figure disappearing across the street. He stayed awake for the rest of the night but nothing moved no more. He could not call the police for so little, they said
-I-will watch, he said when he got up at 5:30 to prepare breakfast for her husband.
A month after that Monday found the old fool, Ms. Gallo, who died in the elevator but the Lady Ronco not heard of it, just the day before she was hospitalized for exhaustion.
3 - elevator
Mrs. Gallo was very old.
He ninety-five years but seemed to have one million.
remembered so many things and lived alone. It was a bit 'tired but he was fine.
were days that never left the building but had given up some little walk.
went out, locked and take the elevator.
One night he started talking to him. So, between a plan and another, such an old friend. The lift was a good friend.
-You know, many things happened, Caro-Lift
and tells stories of past and television programs. Sometimes the border was blurred.
His children lived far away. "I want to live with my hands, you know - and had rejected the proposal to be a month from each of them and also to keep a woman in the house. -Then there was a talking dog and those, the owners, had won. What I go on television to make bets and also dwarfs a man pulling a truck-
If you had a talking dog, other than gambling.
-Fortuna us you, Dear Elevator. They have not said that I leave the house anymore. But we do not talk to me. "
That the talking dog was the only time that Ms. Gall told the elevator of her present. He would not play the victim. His days were quiet and boring moments in the elevator were the best.
Television programs were excuses to reflect.
-Last night there was a movie with the Germans. When they were bad. The British and Americans were the good guys. At school, I I've got the third grade, the teacher c'aveva said that the British were bad then they become good. A friend of mine has made her wedding dress with a parachute that have taken prisoner. I do not remember if it was English or German. Anyway. Now they're all good. My son David lives in Germany. He says it's like here but pay more. I have heard that there are Turks. On those not yet known whether they are friends or enemies. Some say they put the bombs and immigrants for the robberies. Some people who write poems and my sister c'aveva the woman at home who was Turkish, no, Romanian, and it was good. "
It was a little boy to take them shopping. He always had a thing for him, never money. He had also made a scarf.
But one day he asked if he could throw his garbage bag and Pino, it was called the villain, he said no.
the evening, Ms. Gallo asked to accompany her to the elevator on each floor.
He said: "Dear Elevator, today I did not want to talk."
With roommates did not go well: who was there and who did not open and those who refused.
He had taken a larger envelope, one of those black, hoping that someday would lead to advice or to Ms. Pino Mesti or that of the first floor.
But after six days, just one of the first plane had slammed the door in his face. RONCO-Lords-the label said that nearly took the nose. In the elevator
let out a Ronco-Lady-and his face added details.
That night a strange thing happened. The doorbell rang, it was late, but Mrs. Gallo was still awake. He looked through the peephole: a man. Ever seen.
-Siiiii? - Asked
-Be? Ms. Gallo-
, its envelope. "
opened.
The man stood in the doorway, she took the garbage and he was gone. The next day
Pino asked her if she was still of-this-service. He said just like that, and Mrs. Gallo there was a good laugh.
, its envelope. "
opened.
The man stood in the doorway, she took the garbage and he was gone. The next day
Pino asked her if she was still of-this-service. He said just like that, and Mrs. Gallo there was a good laugh.
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