The lawyer has a blue tie, a white shirt under pinstripe suit, gray hair, slightly wavy, a black leather bag in which are arranged in special plastic bags, colored a number of practices. Use small clips in the shape of an animal to keep them closed, the only buy in his travels abroad. Once a judge asked him why, but he did not know to explain: there has thought of before him with the vacant look, so that the other had to immediately change the subject for fear of having disturbed. The attorney transparent glasses, a smile on his face obvious and clear olive. E 'tall, smoking a cigarette outside the bar, gesticulating as he talks and laughs, then smiles and throws the cigarette. Gracefully off his foot, then quickly enters the bar, followed by his colleagues and assistants. It 's a good day for the lawyer, this morning the wife woke up with him because he is in Amsterdam for a reason and it will be away for a few days. The awakening without her it tastes like a new adventure. The horoscope of the seven and thirty-one, whispered the alarm clock, it would seem favorable: "cancer, a great news waiting for you before noon, but you'll recognize it." Then a phone call at nine seventeen distracts him from his work commitments, just as he prepares to take a last look at the practice green plastic bag, "Please, do not forsake me, I have not eaten for three days. Yes, I have not eaten for three days. You know what I mean? "I am now ten o'clock, the lawyer smiled, his colleagues admired the look. He says for a moment that this is beautiful, which is better every now and not think about things that are in the bottom of the sea, do not try, just swim to the surface, with a smile, without putting the head in water. Do not know if this is what that day was trying to tell the nice man with the blue raincoat. There are days that we think. But life goes on. Mentally count to five, office, enters the bar. Here is a couple who eats breakfast, he is turning his cappuccino, she is still choosing the cornet, then there is a dark man, with her hair bobbed and blacks a checked shirt, casually reading a newspaper, sitting next to the refrigerator ice-cream, at the next table there is a single woman, very beautiful, with heavy make-up and new shoes, looking at his watch and is about to cry at the bar is an old man very elegant and fragrant, read the first page of the newspaper and not hungry. "Lawyer, good morning! The usual for you? "The lawyer thinks it's time to give a" plus "for the day. Then aloud, so that everyone in the bar hear: "Hello Michael. So for me, a cappuccino. My friends do what they want, but do a little 'less good than they do to me. Do you understand? My cappuccino should be a little 'kinder than that of my friends. " He smiles. It feels great. This sentence every soul: the friends laugh and not stop looking admired the guy who ran a cappuccino and watch the girl smiles at her with an expression of understanding, she will not cry alone, the man sitting reading turns and salutes the lawyer with his hand, the elegant man closes newspaper for a moment: looks vaguely ordered all the cups, one above the other, on the coffee machine, thinking that there must be a reason if they are three days that his daughter does not eat. I really think this, I know. Because even I was in that bar.
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