Da dov’era entrato, il soffione?
Insetto e fiore, anima innocente di bambino nato morto, tremava sul ripiano di plastica dello sportello, pronto a volare via leggero e argentato se solo lei avesse mosso la mano.
“Allora, la delega, signora?” Si scrolla tutta, cavalla impaziente, la cassiera difesa dallo schermo del vetro. Parlano tutte uguale col naso, schifate, come se per te non valesse la pena di aprire la bocca completamente.
Finché i soldi sono dall’altra parte del vetro, ti ha in suo potere, bagascia. I soldi tuoi, soldi antichi, portati pazientemente a casa come acqua con la brocca, senza spanderne una goccia, resistendo alla tentazione di bere.
The book:
Three stories from the Italy of today, not the consumer Italy swamped by electronic gadgets, but the country in which Italians live, the same people who rebuilt the nation after the war, with the same virtues and the same shortcomings, generosity, hope, cowardice and opportunism, the art of survival and the courage to help each other, authentic people under the fortunately still thin veneer of modern standardization that is covering them.
Angius paints vividly common situations, lived by real people, enchanting the reader by the authenticity and the sympathy with which he tells them.
Cover illustration: part of a nativity made of sand, by Leonardo Ugolini. www.worldofsand.net
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