This is the second episode of the story "No Country for deer." The first was posted on this blog on February 12. Pier Ettore got up happy after a night full of dreams and an elderly man had just rang the doorbell of his house ...
was one of the first day of February, the day was warm, the sky was clear, it seemed almost spring and Pier Ettore had insisted so much that he left out, however, recommending not to enter the enclosure of the work site. They had two weeks to work on the hill behind the house was still and there seemed no danger, but it was better to be cautious.
The castle hill was there: destroyed, trees uprooted and taken away, the earth excavated, removed, charged and removed by truck. It was not a blade of green left.
looked after him, kicking Pier Hector outside the fence of the yard, while preparing the lesson had to take the next day. He was professor of history and knew that more than 90 years ago on the hill had been discharged large quantities of bombs. Now if they had done all those jobs was certain that the area had been previously drained. He returned to work the next day's lesson. He told the postwar years: the Italian economic miracle, Olivetti, the synchrotron and plastic, the CNEN and Eni Mattei. But a couple of things also meant the cinema: the films of Fellini, of Monicelli and laughed. He wanted to bring his students to think about why modern society had fallen so down, the economy, research and science and, even in film. Ah, the cine-panettone today. He looked again to watch out
Pier Ettore. The boy stared at the ruined hill, clinging to the fence of the yard, brown earth was illuminated by the sun in the afternoon. Bulldozers and truck stops. No worker. Sadly, she was forced to explain to Pier Ettore at that spot the deer would not be his friend returned.
this was a moment of crisis and questioned the teacher about the future that could not wait for his country and his son. Refuge in history, as he usually did, but not enough to remember and to analyze the lessons, she used to try to find a key to understanding for the future. The history and his passion for archeology. Who knows, maybe that hill also contained important findings but it seemed that no one could cure. He saw the neck injury and that seemed to work just behind his house was a symbol of how the whole thing collapsing. When that evening
Pier Ettore asked why those people had done everything, he remained speechless and so embarrassed that he found it easier, rather than looking for a real reason to the destruction, change the subject is easier to explain how babies are born.
went to bed with a lump of sadness in my heart and dreams.
He dreamed that his children pass exams 250 and at the same time with honors and immediately received 250 job offers from major companies. When he dreamed for his girlfriends 250 Pier Ettore awoke with a start. 250 no girlfriends! In the evening, before going to bed, no longer had to watch the news.
was a bit 'but it was too early to get alarm and for once he would do all things calmly. Pier Ettore peeked into his room. He was sleeping and it seemed a bit 'rough, I wonder what he was dreaming. There was a great event and saw that he had a little 'time made him the croissants. He was about to go and wake him when she heard the doorbell. It seemed just to have seen you somewhere quell'anziano ladies there in front of her, and without many compliments had entered saying "Failure? I am here to present the elevator. "
"I do not buy anything - ready said, thinking''lift? a lift do not know what to do!''- but come it's cold, I can offer a good cup of coffee? "He did
accommodate the elderly gentleman who had a roll of drawings under his arm. And he called loudly for the first time Pier Ettore. The old man seemed intrigued by the name of the child but the mother was hasty, now there was a long time, the child was ready for school and the elderly do nothing but try to unroll his drawings. His mother stopped him once, reproaching him: "Do not sul tavolo dove si mangia!”. E a gran voce chiamò di nuovo: “Pier Ettore, alzati, che c'è un signore che ci vuole mostrare dei disegni” mentre portava velocemente in tavola brioches e caffè fumante. “Forza, Pier Ettore – chiamò ancora - il capriolo non c'è, vieni a tavola”. Il bimbo non rispondeva e la mamma allora andò verso la cameretta. Quando aprì la porta restò senza fiato: Pier Ettore non c'era e la finestra era aperta.
Non più di un attimo dopo un’esplosione devastante squarciò la tranquillità di quel mattino e la vita di uno dei protagonisti di questa storia. (2. continua)
la compagnia dei transalpini
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