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In a pharmacy

There in front of the pharmacy of a flower bed with stone slabs to allow pedestrians to pass on the land without doing the rounds. In front of the grass-plot a great car all blue. It was parked in a hurry, as for an emergency, and since occupies half of the road, the cars passing on this sleepy summer Sunday should proceed slowly. Inside, the front seat, a girl stretches and waits for the driver, moving his fingers on the dashboard. It seems tired. There is music in the car, but the windows are raised and the outside does not feel almost anything. In pharmacy, a lady in a red dress is buying the drugs that has just ordered a recipe. Behind her, waiting to talk, just in correspondence with a long yellow line makes a girl with a blue sleeveless shirt, short pants and sneakers dirty not very connected. Her hair is curly and brown, collected with little care, as if a hint of femininity was suddenly suffocated by the plastic sleeve of a male body. The eyes are dull and dark, clear bags, but the look is alert, attentive to the gestures of fast pharmacist. On the face are subject to a considerable effort, but also disregard for the eyes of others, the skin is slightly darker, nails ruined. "Tell me," says the pharmacist to whom a glance to understand everything: her hair short and gray, a little austere mother. A kindness unfriendly. "I want a disinfectant, a disinfectant for a small cut. I was in the kitchen and ... "The stops in embarrassment:" Mercury chrome will do. One bottle is enough? "The girl nods and says no more, look at chemist run elegantly behind a shelf with medication for allergy. Near the cash behind the bar, there is a man with a blue raincoat. Is handling of playing cards, is a loner who seems to have no effect, but every time he pulls a card from the deck watching the girl, distracted by those eyes of pain. She smiles: it's nice, man with the blue raincoat. Outside it's hot, but she wonders why he did not take this raincoat. The man crosses his eyes one last time, then gets up and goes shooting him in the back of the pharmacy, your pharmacist coming back. "There are four euro," she says in order to hasten the leave. "Oh, and I need ...," said the girl, she too embarrassed, unable to hide the fact that the purpose for which entry is the second purchase: "... ten syringes. Watch the pharmacist, feeling a little 'guilty. His sister is waiting for lunch, with the two girls. There will still be hateful meat she does not like mushrooms, there are still notebooks with drawings to color on the table, the polished floor, the TV in black and white, and then the naive questions of the girls, she really would like to reply: "Your grandfather did not There, he left ten years ago, is not true that the grandmother lives far away: she killed herself. And then you see that your mother is a prostitute because they earn well, it's still a beautiful woman, but I, I no longer, I do drugs? Why did you have fun and laugh when we are unhappy, why continue to believe what we tell you? ". And then there will be the first glimpse of his sister, a resigned look now, who will accompany his usual words, the threshold the apartment number 8, after the bell, "You did it again, right?". I heard those words because I was there on that threshold.

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The House of Asterion (a house without doors)

"And the queen gave birth to a son who
called Asterion"
Apollodorus, Library, III, 1

I know you accuse me of pride, and perhaps of misanthropy, or madness. These charges (which will punish in due time) are ridiculous.
It is true that I leave the house, but it is also true that the doors (whose number is infinite) are open day and night to men and animals. Who wants to enter. You will not find here womanly luxuries or the splendid pomp of palaces, but the quiet and solitude.
It will find a home as there is none other on earth. (Mind the claim that in Egypt there is one like that.)
Even my detractors admit that the house is not only a mobile. Another lie is ridiculous that I, Asterion, am a prisoner. I'll have to repeat that there is a locked door, and added that there is only one lock? Moreover, once the sun set through the streets, and if the first night I went, it was for fear that infuses the faces of the crowd, faces faded and flat, like an open hand. The sun had set, but the heartfelt cry of a child and the rude I said prayers for the flock had been recognized. The people prayed, fled, prostrated themselves, and some climbed on stylobate of the temple of the Axes, others gathered stones. Someone, I believe, sought refuge in the sea. Not at all my mother was a queen, I can not mingle with the populace, even if he wants my modesty.

The truth is that they are unique. I do not care what a man can transmit other men as the philosopher, I think that nothing can be communicated through the art of writing. The annoying and trivial minutiae do not have shelter in my mind that it is liable only to the great, I could never remember the difference between one letter and another. Generous impatience has not permitted me to learn to read. Sometimes I regret, because the nights and days are long.

Of course, I do not miss distractions. As the ram rushes, I run the corridors of stone to fall to the ground in the grip of vertigo. I crouch in the shade of a tank at the corner of a hallway and play hide and seek. There are terraces which I let myself fall until I am bloody. At any time I can pretend to be asleep, eyes closed and breathing heavily (sometimes actually fall asleep, and sometimes when I open my eyes, the color of the day has changed). But of all the games, I prefer that of another Asterion. I guess he comes to visit me and that I show him the house. With big bows, I tell him: "Now we go back to the first corner," or "now blossomed into another yard," or, "I told you I would have liked the water channel," or "Now you I see who has a tank filled with sand, "or" You'll see how it splits the cellar. " Sometimes I'm wrong, and we both laughed.

But I only imagined games, I also meditated on the house. All parts of the house are repeated, wherever it is held elsewhere. There are a tank, a courtyard, a fountain, a barn, the stables are endless, fountains, courtyards, cisterns. The house is big as the world. However, by dint of courtyards along with a tank and dusty corridors of gray stone, I reached the road and saw the temple of the Axes and the sea. Not included until a night vision revealed to me that even the seas and temples are endless. Everything there many times, countless times, only two things in the world seem to exist only once: above, the intricate sun; below, Asterion. Perhaps I have created the stars and the sun and this enormous house, but I can not remember.

Every nine years nine men entered the house, because I set them free from all evil. I hear their footsteps or their voice at the bottom of the stone galleries and I run joyfully to find them. The ceremony lasts a few minutes. They fall one after another, without that I will stain your hands with blood. Where did remain, and their bodies help distinguish one gallery from others. I do not know who they are, but I know that one of them prophesied, about to die, who would one day come my redeemer. Since then the loneliness I do not regret, because I know that my redeemer lives and one day rise from the dust. If my ear could hear all the noises of the world, I hear his footsteps. Take me to a place with fewer galleries and fewer doors As will be my redeemer? Maybe it is a bull with a human face? Or will it be like me?

The morning sun shone on the bronze sword. There remained no trace of blood.
"Would you believe it, Ariadne?" said Theseus. "The Minotaur he has not defended almost.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph , Feltrinelli 1952 (... the best book I received as a gift ...)

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door and deadbolt know ...

in Mesopotamia in the first millennium BC, the air was darkened by flocks of powerful demons, hypostasis of the most violent natural phenomena or morbid events that affected men. Even the gods could be attacked by demons. Requests for protection in the form of prayer, sacrifice, rituals increasingly complex, it became obsessive, medicine became exorcism. Most of all that is known about the practices against the demons come from the collection collected by Ashurbanipal in Nineveh around 630 BC, thousands of tablets, belonged to the library of Nineveh, describing exorcisms, omens and divination. They belong to the same period many thousands of apotropaic amulets to wear around the neck or the wrist, on them is usually portrayed the demon from which you want to protect surmounted by priests in ritual act, it is often also written a text to avoid, for example like this:

"Enchantment.

What we approached the house I am out of bed to escape the terror,

torments me, see me nightmares .

god Al Bine, gatekeeper of the underworld,

they may designate,

by decree of Ninurta, Prince of the Underworld.

By decree of Marduk, who resides in ' Esagila to Babylon.

door latch and know that I am under the protection of the two gentlemen.

Enchantment "

(J. Jaynes, The collapse of the Bicameral Mind, 1976, Adelphi trad.it., 1984

for registration dell'amuleto: HW Saggs, The Greatness That Was Babylon, 1962)

picture, I've taken from http://www.arcadia93.org/demonimesop.html, the the mythological battle between the Asag daemon (Ashakku) and the god Ninurta.

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In a beach resort (2) In a seaside

came a hot summer morning, after a long journey by ship. In the rented house on trust a few months earlier, there was plenty of light and a nice little 'dust, was not a good sign, she thought. After arriving in GA, he went to the service center to pay the rent for the entire month, while she and the two children had stopped on the sidewalk, watching the sea from afar. While he was paying, the lady who ran the tired and sour agency, certainly did his best to be polite. Not loved tourists. Bad sign, he thought. In the street, where they waited for him to arrive with the keys, she was already in the throes of an uncontrollable frenzy, said disorderly children what they might do: "take the pedal, but before we all dine together, do whatever you want , just come for lunch and dinner, but ...", then you know how many new friends every now and then he turned to the door of the agency and interspersed his speech by wondering aloud, "but where is it your father?" E just a hint of sultry, emotional concern mingled in the cool surprise you to discover a new world. With their children. In the street there was a pungent smell plants, the sun was burning, one of the children was sweating and laughing constantly, the other closed his eyes for too much sun and did not speak. He never spoke unless he had a reason. He left the office with keys in hand, stuck his finger in the ring that held them together. She smiled at all three, as he approached them tired but satisfied. They went immediately to open the house, she feared that the children were thirsty. He noticed immediately the dust, she was sad, sighed in secret, then more openly let out that there was too much, dust, some of the furniture looked too old, that there was a broken tile in the balcony ... One of the two children he thought a moment before she seemed happy, but now Not any more. He feared that. The other watched the corners of the house, the bed and the white walls, imagine you are flying on a house, that every time I had to pee would be dropped from the balloon to a vacuum for whole kilometers, with a long rope, accompanied by a singer only diabetic he knew him. While fantasizing did not notice that the other three had risen to the top floor, where there were two bedrooms and bathroom. She, still a little 'upset, raised the blinds of the window that looked out on the balcony. Then he saw the sea. It was like something sweet aggredisse dead in its blood. Seeing the sea saw that every morning he would have admired, as she took the coffee and the children still asleep and he was in the bathroom to shave, and he would not wake up to keep that moment for himself, a moment of happiness to live alone, and then distribute it to others with genuine anxiety, need immediate feedback. She turned toward him and screaming for joy, a joy on the edge of tears, she went to hug him, uncontrollable (it was this that bothered the irrepressibly small, while the more kept looking with curiosity at the transparent glasses that the landlady had left ). He accepted the embrace of her joy with a different, more rational, like the one we live secretly in receiving a nod of understanding of who you got in the midst of so many distant partners, and smiling in a firm voice said (I can see his big hands make a gesture of prolonged restraint): "Quiet, quiet. Calmly. " I well remember the moment, because in that house by the sea I was there.