One peak to the terminal

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To the Pepper, difronte to the terminal of the main container, you e' one pizzeria. Therefore I had made of the strange calculations on like passing the evening, and not memory as I arrived to the coclusione that I would have had to eat close in a premises to the hotel in the direction of the citta'. To onor of true the pizzeria piu' close it was an other... but it inspired little... was placed over a sweet water channel where they came raised large rats as cats and of the income of the kitchen came like the cats before to collect the remainders, indeed entered and they used alone, then kidnapped and instructd to make the part of the rabbit, the manzo... and I know of someone equipped digrande talent that riscuoteva a large one happening in the part of branzino.

Therefore, the second near pizzeria piu' was of forehead to the terminal. The road e' a lot sold in relation to its dimensions. It slides along the perimeter of the port costeggiata from trees and storees. To the income of the premises there was a discreet movement of young people, and therefore I entered with conviction. I went meanwhile to the counter that a type carried via one high battery of a meter of peaks in the cardboard containers. A waiter instead had filled up a round tray of bottles of national beer deliciously imperlate of condenzsa. The pizzaiolo he worked as forsennato to the entrance of the firewood furnace on the covered marble bench of flour and plates of elements custom for the assemblage of the peaks.

" They are alone ". I address to piu' old... a species of Haevey Neapolitan Keitel... Neapolitan seem pure all the others... and at least one e' its son...
" Siediti with he... indeed not, he " and fa' a signal to the seated boy anch' he alone to the small table.
Us task little su'... the easy account e'... is effectively alone, but I have a cazzo to make to us, the peak has an optimal aspect. I approach myself, and I ask with garbo: " You allow ". The oxygenated blond type e' and e' to the cellular one. Bonfonchia something of afferamtivo and then I am based. I watch myself round. The full premises e' of enormous cammionisti. They eat of all, and the aspect of the pietanze e' optimal. In the other room us it must be one comitiva of military perche' is always felt to urlare. In an other anchor I catch a glimpse a girl engaged in an ignited argument with that I do not see.

The type ends the telephone call and I introduce myself. We have not said ourselves sostanzialemnte piu' null. I task to that botta of culo I would have had if you had found in that circumstance one tawny Mediterranean raised to oil extravergine of olive that much good fa' to the hair of the femminucce... At the same time an enormous paste plate arrives tomato and basil... at least two portions would be said. I ne am useful in order to order.
I notice that beyond to the discreet series of orecchini, to the ear, piersing to the nose, the type door the uncovered chest... nevertheless wears one T-shirt white woman. I try dimostrarmi too much not interested, and to the end I understand the trick: it has not threaded the head " in the appropriate hole ". This e' on its back, and the hem that normally would have to be on the belly turns it on the nape.

I feel a roar, I turn to me towards the door to glasses of the income and the impression attacks me that an enormous one cammion is entering in the premises. Instead sta' exiting bending from the terminal to the road. The big beast succeeds in to darken completely the weak person light to crepuscolare. The type has a full wine water jug white man, but ne drop does not touch one. I secerno a acquolina in plentiful mouth, mine pizxa fa' to attend... One scampanio richiamam still my attention to the outside of the premises. I see only the engine railway electrical worker who runs along the road. The cammion they have had to stop for lasciarla passing.

I finally see the manager of the premises that exits gives behind the counter. The first impression e' that it is in mutande. The shoes of leather with the pedalini black make risaltarela whitish complexion and the ginocchia sporgenti. It manoeuvres with enormous frigo a vertical one from which it extracts chinandosi beer and semicolds and receiving the fog of the closet on its person.

A type arrives and seats next to the table. Fa' lend a pen and review of crossed words begins to read with attention one. The pen remains with the stopper the entire time perche' evidently is gotten passionate rather to the reading of the spigolature(!) that it follows with frowned and amazed look...

Vabbe'... the peak was good.