assumptions, in the very first time, could be three: removed, lost, stolen.
that my car has not been removed it was easy to be seen: a few clicks on the Internet, delivery of the deposit of municipal call.
"The car is not at the warehouse" = not removed.
Well, before excluding "lost" looking good. To no avail. Not that I remember where we parked, but after traveling several miles back and forth through the neighborhood in which I live, the only result is that I have two more tough buttocks than Angelina Jolie. And a little 'back pain. Everything else has remained the same and does not look like Angelina at all, unfortunately. Meanwhile
meet a regular customer who asks me something delicious and different than usual for breakfast and take note.
I could rule out the possibility "lost". Although not entirely, that still does not feel like it's all right because, you know, hope is always the last to die. I would like a shot cinnamon to get me a bit 'up.
And I go by the Police because the machine had actually been stolen, could be committed heinous crimes and I could end my life in jail, unable to prove that it was not me driving my car at the material time. If I think I'm almost three weeks that I have not seen horrified: it could be anywhere, with anyone.
guess the military that I submit to grueling interrogations bloody front fenders, headlights pointing in the eye. Courtrooms. Crowded prison cell. The model of Bruno Vespa.
The police have the computer inoperable. "It 's a long thing?" Wonder "" At least two days. "
Heck, what if some heinous crime would be made right now and beat me to come on the wire wool!
The policeman, of which I do not understand nor can I'd understand if you catch me the trouble of guardagli the stars that I could not understand, I apologize for the mistake many times. He is kind and is also mortified because he can not help me. It 'also very handsome so I'm sorry too, that I can help.
"Good day" greets me when I started. Well, it seems too good day, I have (presumably) stolen a car.
He finds the claim is relevant and feels even more guilty. I would also anxious about what thieves could do with my car. "That will not be your worry." Decisive statement "No one would ever think that she may be the author of a robbery." Why
Noooooo ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, I thought rather than a massacre. In any case, rest a bit 'wrong, the officer jumps at the direction of my disappointed expression and hastens to explain that he had no intention to offend, nor underestimate me and give me as incompetent criminal. It meant something else that explains, with an eloquent expression of his face, looking from the bottom up or back with his eyes dai piedi ai capelli. Un tratto breve, dopotutto. Volevo vedere se avendo l’aspetto di Angelina- Tomb Raider mi avrebbe trattata con meno sufficienza!
Insomma “Buongiorno”dice e io rispondo “Buongiorno” o quel che è, se non buono davvero.
Chiodi di garofano, il broncio appena accennato, noce moscata. Prendo la scalinata e mi trascino su.
Gli uffici della polizia sono tre rampe di scale oltre e 150 metri più avanti.
Nei corridoi non c’è nessuna gioviale confusione, non ci sono Montalbano e neanche un procuratore tipo Insinna. Tanto meno qualche fighissimo commissario dagli occhi azzurri. Forse guardo troppa Tv?
Il poliziotto in guardiola mi dice di aspettare and points to a couch in the back of a room lit with joy cemetery. The wait is
lunghini and I wonder if my time here count as an excuse if, at this very moment, the drunk driving in my car and killing is investing an unspecified amount of innocent pedestrians. It's not really a waiting room, this would be the hallway of a palace that was completely turned into a police station and has retained the look of the hallway - the stairwell that was. Is easy to visualize the landings, and the apartments have been converted into many rooms. In front of me, I sit under gray scales, there is a wooden guardhouse with large windows, typical of watchtowers of all the other goalies in the area, while others are armed only with a broom.
To kill time I read: on the sofa there is a brochure with offers of Todis and a 1972 book in French-speaking (I think) of psychology. Without figures.
not think I can easily pass the time.
I pass by some people, just a couple in uniform but all completely dark. A girl who seems to be the secretary of the rag. Persichetti salutes and goes home. A guy comes along and the air foolish with a colleague, shovel in hand. No one smiles. Nobody wears the uniform. No one exudes manly power against crime.
Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon ... ... .... Flutters a thick gloom and gray, the voices of the few that look between the porter's lodge complaints office boom in 'hall disguised as a waiting room, amplifying the effect of dark neon lopsided. Other than
tourbillon personal stories set in the whirlwind of exciting cases to solve. Too many
fiction. I see too much fiction.
I think, more ginger and cinnamon, a little less cloves, nutmeg, just a bit ....
When he finally comes time to make a complaint I remember the body language.
I know how I'm sitting it does not: he betrays the desire to escape. In fact the two are and I have a tremendous hunger!
Non vorrei sembrare colpevole. Sapete quelli che ammazzano i pedoni e poi vanno a denunciare il furto dell’’auto per fingere che loro non c’entrano niente? Il poliziotto osserva il monitor. Non mi chiede i dati personali, solo la targa. E fissa il video. Vorrei chiedergli se già risulta chi sia il ladro ma penso sia meglio tacere e stare tranquilla. Qualunque cosa potrebbe essere usata contro di me. Studio il cartello sulla mia destra che spiega come leggere i gradi gerarchici della polizia ma la persona che ho davanti indossa un maglione e non la divisa. Un maglione che non mi piace, a righe.
Non avendo avuto il coraggio di dire proprio per bene le cose come stanno arranco sulla domanda finale e, dopo aver firmato una quantità forms, ask: "If it were found?". If they find they tell us.
It certainly ... "But if they find us?" (So, by chance, have you ever seen .... Maybe that we remember where we parked. ... I think without saying, of course) "In that case," he says "you have to call the 113 on site and we will return it "YOU? In that case, returns it to YOU \u200b\u200b?!!!!
But look.
I get home and I deal with each other and then when I go out for a walk and buy something for dinner, throw an eye on parked cars but no trace of my. I came back and while a few meters from the door, try the house keys I see it. Lei My car. Ten meters from the apartment where the only piece of road I have not looked because I was strasicura that could not be there and then .... just below the house, I thought there looking stupid ... ... ... ... ... I thought. ... stupid .... I wonder why?
Ginger. And a shot of nutmeg. Nails. ... So many ... .... Cloves put where they hurt! While the police look
I bought a pair of boots in the shop opposite the car park and I do talk to the seller. Then I stop at the bakery next door. My baker whose shop is right in front of the stall where I parked the car, the bakery where I buy bread every day.
According to him I'm a very funny and every time I lifted the day's encounters, he says. I've found a kind of surreal madness absolutely irresistible. How cute!
But he sees me hardly credible in a "bank robber". Drowned with nutmeg!
waaay time later comes the steering wheel that has to find the car that I, in truth, I think I have already found, however, we find both together. While one of the two police officers writing the reports the other asks us about why both failed badly chocolate tart. (I swear it asks me really). Both
two stripes on their shoulders: assistant grade, which comes after agent and chose! Mica
escapes me nothing to me!
bread dough at home because of Epices is perfect for breakfast, not too sweet and without fat.
And because a little 'spice I certainly will do well.
Ingredients 150g rye flour
200g di farina bianca
70g di zucchero di canna
150g di miele d’acacia
150g di acqua (o latte)
1 bustina di lievito senza vanillina
3 cucchiaini di spezie miste (cannella, zenzero, noce moscata, chiodi di garofano) sale
Setacciare le due farine con le spezie. Unire il sale, lo zucchero ed il lievito.
Sciogliere il miele nell’acqua (o nel latte) calda ed unire alle farine impastando con le fruste a velocità moderata. Versare il composto in uno stampo da plum cake ed infornare a 200° per circa 10 minuti poi abbassare la temperatura a 180° e cuocere altri 40 minuti circa.
My new boots are beautiful.
And this story did not invent even a comma (alas).
And this story did not invent even a comma (alas).
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