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.
