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FIDARSI E' BENE MA NON FIDARSI E' MEGLIO
She lived in Acton Town. It's a part of London far from the city and near Heathrow.Lot of modern houses in the mean space of traditional ones. Wide green areas everywhere.
It was a night of July. About eleven o'clock. Few lights in the path made Dinah hurry up her walk, coming home from her work turn.
It was always the same. Jumped down from the tube she start running to avoid dangerous meetings.
At the end of the day, she wanted only to throw away her shoes and lay on the sofa to read her favourite book.
- oh my love,you have the magic touch!- suddendly a black young boy appeared in the middle of the night across the street in front of her. He had a nice voice and she remained just a little surprised and had an esitation.
-and I have a magic bird....-
Something quite similar to a short broomstick jumped out of his t shirt. IN the mean time the boy start to laugh laud. A band of silly young men followed him.All they were drunk and singing trivial lyrics.
-but I shoot the birds- replayed Dinah without fear.And put her right hand inside the jacket.
The boys ran away laughing and crying, making a terrible noise under the windows of all the silent buildings at the two side of the street.
Finally at home she took a bath and without drying her hairs went to bed for a few minutes.
After that she was hungry and ate a lot of fruit and two apples without peel them off.
Opened her favourite book. "The antology of Spoon River".
It was the 5th times she read it. But every time she like it more.
The more she read it the more she felt living and the more grew up, inside her ,the courage to fight in everyday life.She lived in Acton Town. It's a part of London far from the city and near Heathrow.Lot of modern houses in the mean space of traditional ones. Wide green areas everywhere.
It was a night of July. About eleven o'clock. Few lights in the path made Dinah hurry up her walk, coming home from her work turn.
It was always the same. Jumped down from the tube she start running to avoid dangerous meetings.
At the end of the day, she wanted only to throw away her shoes and lay on the sofa to read her favourite book.
- oh my love,you have the magic touch!- suddendly a black young boy appeared in the middle of the night across the street in front of her. He had a nice voice and she remained just a little surprised and had an esitation.
-and I have a magic bird....-
Something quite similar to a short broomstick jumped out of his t shirt. IN the mean time the boy start to laugh laud. A band of silly young men followed him.All they were drunk and singing trivial lyrics.
-but I shoot the birds- replayed Dinah without fear.And put her right hand inside the jacket.
The boys ran away laughing and crying, making a terrible noise under the windows of all the silent buildings at the two side of the street.
Finally at home she took a bath and without drying her hairs went to bed for a few minutes.
After that she was hungry and ate a lot of fruit and two apples without peel them off.
Opened her favourite book. "The antology of Spoon River".
It was the 5th times she read it. But every time she like it more.
The clock struck one when a terrible cry cut the air.Dinah jumped from her bed and thought to have had a nightmare.But the cry came once again.
-aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh-
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