It 's dark, there is a slight fog and colder than usual. I walk with my head encased in the shoulders and clenched fists. I look up, the clock under the billboard marks seven fourteen. I'm late! I stops breathing, I want to dig a hole and slip inside. Disappear. I'm an idiot, I'm always in trouble alone.
I run, but I will stop me short of breath almost immediately. I look down the road, luckily the tram is not seen. I walk fast, like a walker get a move on, I struggle. I quit smoking, but I no longer have breath, I also stopped playing sports. It 's a life now that I do not do anything. The tram does not come. Quiet, everything is under control, I must not make a tragedy.
dragging their feet to the stop. I get closer to the people waiting, scarves and hats and they are holed up in their coats. Doing a calculation to arrive at the interview spans late, but not much, than about ten minutes, not more. If all goes well of course. Here, down the street is an orange stain.
I realize I'm in my pajamas and slippers, and I realize that no one is watching.
Now what do I do? I flattened against the window of a shop. I try to understand. They pretend not to look or do not give a damn?
Here comes the tram, some talking, no one's watching me. We gotta get on that tram, I have to get an appointment I can not give up. Without thoughts, there is no time to make unnecessary speculation, that interview is too important, I absolutely need to go back to work. Let's tackle one problem at a time, before we think of the interview, then decide what to pajamas.
all I get, I put my foot on the step, I hesitated. And if all those now on the train burst into laughter. I climb, I look around, cross the glances of the passengers, it seems that everything is normal for them. No whispering, no laughter, no gesture. I find a seat, the seat is cold, I put my hands under her thighs. I lower my eyes, there are now, I can not escape, I have to deal with the nonsense that I did. Let
still be rational. I learned that the problems are solved one at a time, otherwise it is combined to no good. I learned on my skin, it hurts to think too much, get too many things in my head is stupid. I have always made great menate have always been an idealist inconclusive. I've known people who have been successful just because they were much stubborn, ignorant, such as goats, but most stubborn, and I finally got where they wanted. That's the only thing I really understood, we take a problem and solve it and you forget everything else. You walk one step at a time, or a stumble, it's a simple concept. We arrived late, but I got there.
are seven twenty-four Well, I have before the clock face of a boy. As soon as I stop I have to shoot, though no longer a big breath, I have to try, too bad that they are wearing slippers. Then when I get there I'll try to resolve the issue of pajamas, I invent something, we think. They are people too, talk and understand me. I hope. Of course if I arrive late and find the door locked and not pajama pajama does not change anything, the interview will not do it, that's for sure.
The tram stops, go up the people, distracted, shut in their thoughts. Nobody looks at me. Perhaps as soon as I turn around and pretend to laugh at me. A plump woman with red cheeks is holding a bag with bread, struggling to stand up. I start to rise, but the gentleman next to me before me. The lady says thank you. I wanted to do that I kind gesture, just to exchange a smile and maybe say a few words. A blond guy with the mustache ride me. Maybe not. No, do not laugh at me, is telling a story to a friend.
course does not take long to take off pajamas and put on a pair of pants and a sweater. Who knows what happened to me? The only sure fact is that I stuck in an absurd situation. I'll never change, that's what kills me. Even if you do not look at me, but I'm sick, and stupid then.
The pajama is a horrible greenish color, is old and become damaged and the sleeves are short. Should I buy a new one, maybe with blue buttons, even if the buttons bother me when I turn in bed. I certainly do not buy it just because it is more elegant, I do not think I'll still go around town in his pajamas. I turn to the plump lady but is rummaging in the bag.
Another stop, salt other people. I have to be practical, realistic, they forgot the people. I certainly do not disappear, I have to go and stop the appointment, the rest does not matter.
The glasses are steamed up, a man with a curved front and a flat nose gives me his breath that smells of coffee and cigarette. I turn, step by hand on the glass, I recognize the exact point of the path, just missing on arrival. Forget for a moment on his pajamas.
But the interview what the hell is working? Quiet, one problem at a time. When I am there I will think and if I can think of amen. I am willing to do anything, there is a job that does not want to do. Not creiamoci problems alone, I've had enough.
ticket, I do not have a ticket. But now I have to do menate for the ticket! If I get the controller will do fine, make me well when I have money I will pay. I begin to sweat, there is no air and it's hot.
A girl with a long coat, open square in front of me, have a miniskirt, it is better not look, do not want to appear, you never know, you see everything with my pajamas. I laugh alone.
The tram stops, ask permission, I'm sorry, thank you. Everything is normal, or almost. Corro
trying not to lose the slippers, I still put my hands on my knees, I take breath and continues running. Arrival at the Palace of Labor in the Territory. I'm late for four minutes, better than expected.
I follow the directions, I get to a dirty glass door. By and greet, look at me, but do not respond. There are chairs with thin legs attached to three sides of the room Put people on the chairs. The neon light abbruttisce their faces. They have all the sheets in hand except for a lady with a scarf and a dress long to the ankles. I have to ask someone what are those papers. I take courage, do I ask his neighbor to my right, but at that moment a woman leaves the room for interviews. His hair is greasy and long blacks, glasses, a pointed nose and pointed chin. Green is holding a clipboard. Now we begin, prepare documents, screaming. Call first, says the name and surname.
documents do not have it now, it's useless to ask questions when they call me, I say that I have forgotten them and take them next time. I just have to let him know how important it is for me to work. I've never had trouble with the law, never hurt anyone. More come in, in that office are five, maximum ten minutes, then come out and it is unclear whether they are happy or sad. We look
two, me and the lady with the scarf. The woman with the clipboard green leaves, stands in front of the lady with the scarf and requests the documents. She does not sign them. I'm going to say that I am Italian, and then let me also put in place the paper work, I have studied and are not ignorant, but I say nothing, I can not, I do not feel is stronger than me.
The woman with the clipboard says bad words. It has a horrible dress white and green squares, this woman has meaning only in that office, I know the type, there you feel like a goddess on earth. I would love to meet her in the street and kicking ass. From
ugly bitch, if you dare take it with me! I would beat them in the face of that phrase, but those words remain to me only in the mind. Meanwhile, I feel that my forehead gets hot. Do not talk to me, do not consider myself just because I'm in my pajamas. I've got it.
The lady with the scarf gets up, comes to the door, turns around and looks at me.
Hello, she says.
Thanks, I reply.
Hello, I say out loud. And I smile.
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