The back of the gestibile jacket not e' on the cup. They are accustomed to me to toglierla
and agganciarla to the inner key of the lock of the door. I assume the customary position
and I make a last control and... but...
I feel one strange noise. It comes from my right... from the Ambient Office... but it is of
paper!
Cazzo I feel the noise of the sheets of the designs. And draft of large stroppiccio... them
is not hardly consulting!
That you want that says to you. Sapete also you that in those conditions, the slancio puo'
to carry to a point of no return... and I do not fear of averlo exceeded. I must find a
solution then... and diamine, come' that all the other times I had not found problems? By
now I was convinced that that one was a good place, a sure place...
Postrei to calibrate the release of the sphincter... but the experience me standard that
when e' full of air control is not existed that can prevent the emission of noises... and
then in the business cabinets, of developed inner volume mostly in height produces an
effect of resonance similar to that one of organ canes, and the piu' flebile scoreggia it
is transformed in the urlo concitato of a bottom tuba...
To sing, to laugh, coughing are of all the ineffective ones if not to the open air or in
means to other people. And then? That to make?
The last book of Problem Solving that I have read suggerce to try in that frangente the
difference to me from the other requests of analogous circumstances. I watch myself round.
Tapestries or stretch ve ne never have not been... e' be dismantled the anechoic chamber
that not there e' never be... But what lacks here! The noise of the plant!
Finestrella e' in fact the sluice. I open. The regular heartbeat of the mallets flows back
to the inside of my cabin; the regular buzz of the motors and the groups aereotermo returns
to fargli from counterpoint... That peace!