The theme of the lesson this week is widely documented on the net: the addiction to cigarettes, which attempts to get rid of. Hear some testimony read some paper, to consider a campaign in Italy, and then conclude with a famous piece of Italian literature, taken from The Confessions of Zeno by Italo Svevo, we can both read and listen.
Let's start with some videos:
Then we give a sneak peek at the Italian campaign to raise awareness among school children and teachers, and so through their parents, grandparents, relatives, in short, all adults: See this page and other related Here
Then listen to the beginning of the novel by Italo Svevo, The Confessions of Zeno, follow this link: here.
And if you wish, we can also read the text:
SMOKING
The doctor to whom I talked told me to start my work with ' historical analysis of my propensity to smoke
- Write! Write! You will see will come to see themselves as whole.
I think of smoking here at my desk I can write senz'andar to dream up that chair. I do not know how to start and invoke the assistance of all cigarettes as similar to the one in my hand. Today I discovered immediately
something that no longer remembered. I smoked the first cigarettes are no longer in business. Around 70 he had in Austria than those that were sold in cardboard boxes have been awarded the two-headed eagle. Here: around one of those boxes s'aggruppano undergone several people with some of their stretch, just enough to suggest the name, but not sufficient for the unexpected meeting in commotion. I try to get more and go to the chair: fade and people in their place of buffoons who make me laugh. Back disheartened at the table.
One of the figures, the voice a little 'hoarse, was Joseph, a boy of my own age, and the other, my brother, a year younger than me and died many years ago. It seems that Joseph received a lot of money from his father and gives us those cigarettes. But I'm sure it gave to my brother more than me. Hence the necessity in which I was to find it from me than the others. So it was that stole. In the summer, my father abandoned on a chair in the living room in his waistcoat pocket which were always some change: the ten gave me money needed to buy the precious little box and I smoked one cigarette after another ten that contained, not to keep compromising the long result of theft.
Everything in my conscience lay at hand. Rising just now because I did not know before he could be of importance. Here I have recorded the source the filthy habit, and (who knows?) may have already healed. So, to try and switch one last cigarette and maybe throw away immediately in disgust.
| Then I remember that one day my father surprised me with his hand in his waistcoat. I, with a boldness that now I would not and that disgusts me even now (who knows that disgust has a great importance in my care) I said that was my coming to the curiosity to count the buttons. My father laughed at my provisions to mathematics or tailoring and had not noticed that his fingers in his waistcoat pocket. On my honor I can say that that was enough rice turned to my innocence When she no longer existed, to prevent me from ever steal. That is ... stole again, but without knowing it. My father left home of cigars smoked by Virginia, poised on tables and cabinets. I thought it was his way of throwing them away and I think I also know that our old maid, Kate, throw them away. I went to fumarli secretly. Even when I came to take possession pervaded by a shiver of disgust knowing what m'avrebbero discomfort caused. Then I smoked them until my face was not covered with cold sweat and my stomach contorcesse. |
not say that in my childhood I lacked energy.
I know exactly how my father also cured me of this habit. One summer day I returned home from school trip, tired and wet with sweat. My mother helped to undress and m'aveva, avvoltomi in a bathrobe, m'aveva put to sleep on a sofa on which she sat very busy some sewing. I was close to sleep, but my eyes were filled with sunshine, however, and slow to lose consciousness. The sweetness in that age s'accompagna to rest after a great weariness, m'è clear as a picture of him, as evident now as if I were there beside that dear body that no longer exists.
remember the great and cool room where we children were playing and now, in these times of greedy space is divided into two parts. In this scene my brother does not appear, what surprises me though because I think he must have taken part in quell'escursione and would then join the rest. That he has stayed at the other end of the large sofa? I look at that place, but I feel empty. I do not see me, the sweetness of rest, my mother, and besides my father, whose words I hear an echo. He had entered and immediately saw why m'aveva loudly called out
- Maria!
Mom with a gesture accompanied by a slight lip-sound hinted to me that she believed asleep on which instead swam in full consciousness. I liked that a father should prevail with regard to me, that I did not move.
My father complained about a low voice:
- I think I mad. I'm pretty sure that he left the cupboard half an hour ago on cigars and now I can not find anymore. I'm worse than usual. Things escape me.
Even in a low voice that betrayed hilarity but retained only by the fear of waking up, my mother said
- No one after lunch was in that room.
My father murmured
- It's because I know myself, I feel I mad!
He turned and went out.
I opened my eyes and looked through my mother. It had been called to his work, but still smiling. Of course he did not think my father was going to go mad to smile as his fears. That smile was so impressed that I remembered it quickly found one day on the lips of my wife.
It was then that the lack of money would make me difficult to satisfy my habit, but the prohibitions were worth to excite.
remember I smoked a lot, hidden in all possible places. Why, followed by a strong physical disgust, I remember an extended stay for half an hour in a dark cellar with two other children that are not meeting in the memory other than the childishness of clothing: two pairs of shorts that are standing inside because there was a body that eliminated the time . We had a lot of cigarettes and wanted to see who knew more in the short burn time. I won, and heroically concealed the discomfort that I derived from strange exercise. Then we went out in the sun and air. I had to close my eyes not to fall stunned. I put my
and I boasted of the victory. One of the two little men told me then:
- I do not care that he lost because I do not smoke as m'occorre.
remember the word sound and certainly not the smiley face sound to me that also had to be addressed at that time.
But then I did not know whether I loved or hated the cigarette and the flavor and the state in which I put nicotine. When I learned to hate everything was worse. And I learned about twenty years. So I suffered for a few weeks of a violent sore throat accompanied by fever. The doctor prescribed the bed and the absolute abstention from smoking. I remember this word absolute! I hurt, and the fever colors: a great emptiness and nothing to resist the enormous pressure that occurs immediately around a vacuum.
When the doctor left me, my father (my mother had been dead for many years) with a cigar in his mouth so he remained for some time to keep me company. When he left, after having passed his hand gently on my face burning, he said
- Do not smoke, veh!
I took enormous anxiety. I thought, "Since I will smoke does not hurt anymore, but I want to do it for the last time." I lit a cigarette and I was immediately freed from worry that despite the fever may have increased and that every pull of the tonsil felt a burning sensation as if they had been touched by a firebrand. I finished all the cigarette with the thoroughness with which you make a vote. And, still suffering horribly, I smoked many others during his illness. My father came and went with his cigar in his mouth saying
- Bravo! A few more days of abstinence from smoking and you are well!
was enough to make me want this sentence that he would go away soon, soon, to allow me to run my cigarette. Even pretended to be asleep to induce him to leave first. That gave me the disease
second of my complaints: the effort to break free from the first. My day ended with being full of cigarettes and intentions not to smoke and more, to say everything at once, from time to time are still such. The turmoil of the last cigarette, formed two decades, is moving though. Less violent is the purpose and my weakness is in my old heart most lenient. From old men smiles of life and all its contents. I can even say that for some time now I smoke many cigarettes ... that are not the latest.
On the frontispiece of my vocabulary I find this recording made with beautiful writing and some ornate:
"Today, February 2, 1886, down from law school with those of chemistry. Last cigarette!".
last cigarette was very important. I remember all the hopes that accompanied it. I had angry with the canon law that seemed so far away from life and I ran to the science which is life itself even in a small flask. That last cigarette meant just the desire to work (even manual) and sober and clear thinking hard.
To escape the chain of carbon combinations that did not think I returned to the law. Unfortunately
! It was a mistake and was also recorded from a last cigarette, which I find the date recorded in a book. It was also important to this and I resigned to return to those of my complications, and its with your best intentions, finally dissolving the carbon chains. I had shown little chemistry suitable for my deficiency of manual dexterity. How could I have it when I continued to smoke as a turkish?
Now that I'm here, to analyze them, are seized with a doubt that I might have loved so much the cigarette to pour into it the fault of my disability? I wonder if I should now cease smoking is the ideal man and stronger than I expected? Perhaps it was this doubt that I attached to my habit because it is a convenient way to live of believing that big of a latent greatness. I advance this hypothesis to explain the weakness of my youth, but without a firm conviction. Now that I'm old and no one demands anything from me, but step by cigarette way, and about a cigarette. What do those intentions today? How quell'igienista old, described by Goldoni, I would die healthy after having lived all his life sick?
Once, when I changed from student housing, I had at my expense to upholster the walls of the room because I was covered with dates. Probably left the room because it had become the graveyard of my good intentions and can no longer believed to form in the place of others.
I think that the cigarette has a flavor more intense when is the last. The other have their own special flavor, but less intense. The latest gains its flavor from the feeling of victory over himself and the hope of a future of strength and health. The others are important because they turn you protest their freedom and future of strength and health remains, but it goes a bit 'farther.
The dates on the walls of my room were impressed with the various colors and even oil. The resolution, redone with more naive faith, be adequately expressed in the strength of the color to fade was one dedicated to the intentions earlier. Some dates were my favorite to the correlation of the figures. Memories of the past century a date that I thought were forever sealed the coffin in which I wanted to put my vice, "Ninth day of the ninth month of 1899." Significant is not it? The new century m'apportò dates far more musical: "The first day of the first month of 1901." Even today it seems to me that if that date could be repeated, I would be starting a new life.
But there are dates in the calendar and with a little 'imagination of each of them could fit a good resolution. I remember because I thought it contained a supremely categorical imperative, as follows: "Third day of the sixth month of 1912 hours 24". Sounds as if each digit to double post. The year 1913 gave me
a moment's hesitation. Lacked the thirteenth month to accord with the year. But do not believe that there must be many agreements on a date to give relief to a final cigarette. Many
dates that I noticed a book or favorite paintings stand out for their deformities. For example, the third day of the second six months of 1905 hours! It has its own rhythm when you think about it, because each denies the previous figure. Many events, even all, of the death of Pius IX to the birth of my son, I seemed worthy of being celebrated by the iron usually about it. Everyone in the family are surprised of my memory for happy and sad our anniversaries and I believe so good! To minimize the appearance
stupid tried to give a philosophical the disease last cigarette. They say with a wonderful attitude, "never again". So where is the attitude if you keep your promise? The attitude you can not have it when you must renew the connection. And then the time for me is not that unthinkable thing that never stops. From me, on me, come back.
disease, is a belief and conviction that I was born with. That of my twenties I'd recall a great thing if I had not then described to a doctor. Curious how to better remember the words said that feelings that came to shook the air.
I had gone to that doctor said it was from my nerve disease that healed with electricity. I thought you can get electricity the force needed to let the smoke.
The doctor had a big belly and her asthma accompanied the peak of the electric car start work immediately at the first session, which disappointed me, because I had expected that the PhD thesis we discovered the poison that pollutes my blood. Instead, he told of being soundly made and since I had complained to digest and sleep badly, he assumed that my stomach acid and missing me by the peristaltic movement (he said that word so many times that I forgot the most) were not enough live . I propina also a certain acid that has spoiled me because ever since I suffer from an excess of acidity.
When I understood that he himself would never come to find out the nicotine in my blood, I wanted to help him and expressed doubt that my ailment was due to that. With difficulty he shrugged his big shoulders
- peristaltic movement ... acid ... nicotine has nothing to do!
were seventy electrical applications and still would have continued had I not judged to have had enough. Rather than waiting for miracles, I was running in those sessions in hopes of persuading the doctor to forbid smoking. Who knows what would have happened if I had then been fortified in my resolve to be a similar prohibition.
And here is the description of my illness that I had this doctor: "I can not study and even the rare times when I go to bed early, I remain awake until the early tolling of bells. It is, therefore, that hesitates between the law and chemistry, since both these sciences have the need for a work that begins to fixed time and I never know what time I can be lifted. "
- Electricity cure any insomnia, - ruled the Aesculapius, his eyes always turned the dial instead of the patient.
I came to talk to him as if he had been able to understand the psycho-analysis I timidly preparatory courses. I told him of my misery with women. One was not enough and not many. The wanted them all! To my street agitation was enormous: as past, women were mine. The teams with the audacity to need to feel brutal. In my mind the spoils, leaving their boots, I used to go in the arms and left alone when I was quite sure to know them all.
Sincerity and wasted breath! The doctor was panting:
- I hope that good electrical applications will not heal this disease. There is no straw! I do not touch Rumkorff a cause for fear if I had a similar effect.
He told me an anecdote that he was very tasty. A patient of that my illness had gone to a famous doctor and the doctor begged him to heal him, there being well managed, had to emigrate because if the other would have done differently the skin.
- My excitement is not good - I was screaming. - It comes from the poison that turns my veins! The doctor murmured
appearance with heartfelt
- No one is ever happy with his lot.
And it was to convince him that I did what he did not want to do and I studied my illness, collecting all the symptoms: - My distraction! Even that prevents me from studying. I was preparing to Graz for the first state exam and I carefully noted all the texts I needed until the last examination. It ended a few days before the exam I noticed that you have studied the things that I would need only a few years later. So I had to postpone the examination. It is true that I had studied very well those other things because a young girl in the neighborhood that, moreover, did not allow me just a little shameless flirting. When she was at the window I could see more than my text. It is not an idiot who is devoted to an activity like that? - I remember his face and little white girl at the window: oval, surrounded by curly airy, tawny. I looked at her and dreaming of flipping that whiteness that reddish yellow on my pillow.
Aesculapius murmured
- Behind the flirting, there is always something good. At my age you do not flirt anymore.
I know now with certainty that he knew nothing of the flirt. Fifty-seven the years and I am sure that if I do not cease smoking or psycho-analysis does not heal me, my last look from my death bed will be the expression of my desire for my nurse, if this is not my wife and my wife will be allowed to be beautiful!
as I was sincere in confession: I did not like the woman in full, but ... to pieces! I loved all of the pins if they are well shod, many of the slender neck and breasts, or even powerful if mild, mild. It continued in the enumeration of female body parts, but the doctor interrupted me
- These parts make the whole woman.
an important word I said then:
- Love is the one that embraces a healthy woman and one whole, including his character and his intelligence.
Until then I did not have known such love and when I had not even it did not give me health, but it's important for me to remember to have traced the disease where a health product and saw that my diagnosis is then fulfilled.
In the person of a non-medical friend found me and who better understood my disease. I had no great advantage, but in life ch'echeggia a new note today.
My friend was a wealthy man who embellished his idleness with study and literary works. He spoke much better than the world to write and therefore could not know what a good writer he was. He was fat and big and when I met him he was doing with great energy, a cure for weight loss. Within days he had arrived a great achievement by all that approached him hoping to feel better about their health beside him sick. I envied him because he knew what he wanted and do m'attaccai lasted him until his treatment. Let me touch his belly every day diminished, and I, malicious envy, wishing to weaken his purpose would say,
- But, by over, what do you make of all this skin?
With great calm, that made the comic his emaciated face, he replied:
- From here to begin two days of massage care.
His care had been used at all the details and he was sure he would be punctual for each date.
resulted Me great confidence for him and described my disease. Also remember this description. I explained that to me seemed easier not to eat three times a day and do not smoke countless cigarettes that would be required to take the same resolution fatiguing at all times. Having such a resolution in mind there is no time for anything else because the only Caesar could do more things at the same instant. All right question that no one is alive as long as I work my administrator Olivi, but how is it that a person like me do not know how to do anything in this world that dream or strumming the violin so I have no attitude?
The big man lost weight did not give his answer immediately. He was a man Method and before long we thought. Then air-doctoral his competence because of its great superiority in argument, explained to me that my illness was real and not about the cigarette. I had to try to leave this habit without making the connection. In me - according to him - over the years had gone to train two people in a commanding and the other was nothing but a slave who, as soon as the surveillance diminished, was contrary to the will of the master for the sake of freedom. We must therefore give him absolute freedom and at the same time I had to watch my vice in the face as if it were new and had not ever seen. We must not fight it, but neglected and forgotten in a way of turning his Surrendering shoulders nonchalantly as a company that recognizes unworthy of him. Simple, is not it?
fact it seemed simple. Is it true as they may with great effort managed to eliminate from my mind all the way, I could not smoke for several hours, but when the mouth was cleansed, I felt a taste innocent who must hear the baby, I had the urge to smoke and when I smoked it the remorse which rinnovai the respect that I had wanted to abolish.
was a long way, but it came to the same goal. That rogue
Olivi gave me one day an idea: strengthen my connection with a bet.
I believe that the olive tree has always had the same look that I see now. I saw him always as a little 'bent, but solid and I always felt old, old as I see nowadays that is eighty years old. She has been working for me, but I do not love me because I think that has prevented the work he does.
bet! The first was that smoking would pay and besides they both regained their freedom. So the administrator, to prevent impostomi I miss the legacy of my father, trying to diminish that of my mother managed to free me!
The bet proved to be pernicious. I was no longer either master and slave, but only that oil which I did not love! I smoked once. Then I decided to cheat by continuing to smoke in secret. But then because you made that bet? Corsi then looking for a date that he was in good relationship with the date of the bet to smoke a last cigarette in a certain way so that I could figure was also registered by Olivi himself. But the insurgency continued to smoke and to force arrived all'affanno. To get rid of that weight went from the oil and confessed. The old man smiled
cashed the money and immediately drew from his pocket and lit a big cigar that he smoked with great pleasure. I never had a doubt that he had not kept the bet. It is understood that other facts are otherwise of me.
My son had just turned three years old when my wife had a good idea. He advised me to Switzerland, get me imprisoned for a time in a nursing home. I accepted right away, first of all because I wanted when my son had reached the age of being able to judge me find balance and serenity, and besides the more urgent for the reason that the olive tree was sick and threatened to leave me so I could be forced to take his place from time to time and I considered myself just a great place to work with all the nicotine in the body.
At first we thought about going to Switzerland, the country classic case of health, but then we learned that there was a certain Dr. Muli Trieste who had opened a factory. Incaricai my wife to go to him, and he offered to make me an apartment closed in which I would be supervised by a nurse assisted by other people. Speaking of my wife now she smiled and laughed loudly hours. The idea amused me to shut up the heart of it and I laughed with her. It was the first time that she been accompanied me in my attempts to cure me. Until then she had never taken my disease seriously and said that smoking was no more than a somewhat 'strange and not too boring to live. I think it was that she was pleasantly surprised after married me not to ever feel regret my freedom, busy as I was yearning for more.
We went to the nursing home the day the Olive told me that under no circumstances would I have left over the next month.
At home, we prepared a little 'of linen in a chest and once in the evening we went to Dr. Muli.
He met us in person at the door. Then Dr. Muli was a handsome young man. It was in full summer and he, a small, nervous, face burnished by the sun which shone in her bright eyes even better blacks, was the picture of elegance in her white dress with the collar up to your shoes. He aroused my admiration, but apparently I was the object of his.
A little 'embarrassed, understanding the reason for his admiration, I said
- Yes: She believes neither the need nor care to the seriousness with which I am about you.
With a slight smile, but that hurt me, the doctor said
- Why? Perhaps it is true that the cigarette is more harmful to her than we doctors admit. Just do not understand why she, rather than abruptly stop smoking, has not quite resolved to reduce the number of cigarettes they smoke. You can smoke, but do not overdo it.
Indeed, by dint of wanting to stop altogether from the smoke, they smoked less possibility had never occurred.
But come now, that counsel could not dim my respect. I said a word resolute:
- Since it is decided, let me try this treatment.
- Groped? - And the doctor smiled with an air of superiority. - Once she has set about you, care needs to succeed. If you do not want to use his muscle strength with poor Joanna, can not get out of here. The formalities to release it would last so that in the meantime she would forget his vice.
We were in the apartment that was my destiny to which we had come back to street level after a climb on the second floor.
- You see? That locked door prevents communication with the other side of the ground floor where is the exit. Joan even has the keys. It must open itself up to reach the second floor and only she has the keys to that door that has opened for us on that landing. Moreover, on the second floor there is always monitored. Not bad is not it to a nursing home for children and mothers?
And laughed, perhaps the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving me locked up among children.
called John and he introduced me. It was a small little woman of an age that could not be specified and could vary between 'forty and sixty. He had small eyes under the bright light of a very gray hair. The doctor said
- Here is the gentleman with whom you must be ready to do his fists.
She looked at me, scrutinizing me, became very red and shouted shrilly:
- I will do my duty, but I can not fight with her. If you threaten, I will call the nurse who is a strong man and if not taken immediately, let it go where does it I do not want to risk some skin!
I learned then that the doctor had given her that job with the promise of a lavish reward enough, and this had helped to scare her. Then his words m'indispettirono. I had voluntarily thrown in a beautiful location!
- What the skin of Egypt! - I yelled.
- whoever touches her skin? - I went to the doctor: - I wish this woman is advised not to bother me! I brought with me some books and I want to be left alone.
The doctor stepped in with a few words of warning to Joan. To apologize, she continued to attack me:
- I of the daughters, and two children, and I have to live.
- I do not I disdain to kill her, - I replied in a tone that certainly could not reassure the poor.
The doctor had to go away and instructed to take I do not know what the top floor and, to appease, I proposed to put another person in his place, adding:
- not a bad woman and when I recommended be more discreet, did not give another reason to complaints. In
desire to show that I did not give any importance to the person responsible for supervising, I declared I agree to bear it. I felt the need of quiet, rose from his pocket and the second to last cigarette smoked greedily. I told the doctor that I had taken with me only two and I wanted to cease smoking in the point midnight.
my wife took leave of me with the doctor. I said, smiling
- Since you have decided so, be strong.
His smile that I loved so much seemed a mockery, and it was at that moment that germinated in my mind a new feeling that was to make an effort undertaken with such seriousness had suffered miserably fail. I immediately felt bad, but I knew what I did when I was left alone only to suffer. A mad, bitter jealousy of the young doctor. He beautiful, he free! They said in the Venus' Medici. Because my wife would not have loved? Following this, when they were gone, he looked elegantly shod feet. It was the first time I was jealous since I had married. What sadness! S'accompagnava certainly in my state of abject prisoner! I struggled! The smile of my wife was his usual smile and not a mockery for having me removed from the house. It was certainly she who had made me shut up while not giving any importance to my vice, but certainly he had done to please me. And then I remembered that it was not so easy to fall in love with my wife? If the doctor had looked at his feet, certainly had to see what boots were bought for his mistress. But now I smoked my last cigarette, and was not midnight, but the twenty-three, one hour impossible for one last cigarette.
I opened a book. I read and senz'intendere I even visions. The page on which I kept our eyes fixed for covering the photo of Dr. Muli in all its glory, the beauty and elegance. I could not resist! I called Joan. Maybe I should be talking to me still.
It just came and looked at me with suspicious eyes. He screamed with his shrill voice: - Do not make me deviate from the waits of my duty.
Meanwhile, still, I lied and I declared that I do not even think about it, I did not want to read and most preferred to chat with her. The
I sit me in the face. Right, I hated with his eyes and look to youth and old furniture as those of all the weak animals. Compassionate myself for having to endure a company like this! It is true that even in the freedom I know choosing the best companies that would be appropriate for me because usually they are choosing me, as did my wife.
Joan prayed for leisure and said he did not know myself to say anything that was worth my attention, I asked her to tell his family, adding that most in this world they had at least one.
And she obeyed, and began by telling me that he had to put her two daughters at the Institute of the Poor.
I began to listen willingly to his account because those eighteen months of pregnancy, so hurry up, made me laugh. But it was too controversial a nature and I did not know when to listen first wanted to prove that it could not have done otherwise given the paucity of his salary and that the doctor had been wrong when a few days earlier he had said two days were enough to crowns since the Institute of the Poor to keep all his family. Shouted
- And the rest? When they were provided food and clothing, not mica had everything you need! - And down a string of things that had to provide to her daughters and that I do not remember, as to protect my hearing from her shrill voice, addressing to them about my thoughts to something else. But I was hurt, however, and it seemed that he was entitled to compensation:
- You could have a cigarette, just one? I'd pay ten crowns, but tomorrow, because I do not have a penny.
Joan was tremendously scared of my proposal. She began to scream, wanted to immediately call the nurse and rose from his seat to exit.
To shut her up immediately desisted from my purpose and, by chance, say something and give me attitude, I asked
- But in this prison there is at least something to drink?
Joan was ready response, and to my surprise in a true conversational tone, senz'urlare:
- Indeed! The doctor, before leaving he gave me this bottle of cognac. Here is the bottle unopened. Look, is intact.
I was in a position that I had not seen me for other way out of that drunkenness. That's where confidence in m'aveva led my wife!
At that moment it seemed to me that the smoking habit was not worth the effort which I had left generate. Now I did not smoke for half an hour already and I did not think at all, as I was occupied by the thought of my wife and Dr. Muli. So I was healed completely, but hopelessly ridiculous!
Stappai the bottle and poured myself a glass of yellow liquid. John was looking at me with his mouth open, but I hesitated to offering him.
- Will I have the other when I have emptied this bottle?
Giovanna always more pleasant tone of the conversation reassured me: - As much as he wants! To satisfy his desire the lady who runs the pantry should rise even at midnight!
I Never blow of greed and John had suffered his glass filled to the brim.
had not finished saying thanks that he had already emptied and bright eyes immediately went to the bottle. So it was she who gave me the idea of \u200b\u200bgetting drunk. But it was not easy!
I do not know that she repeated exactly what he said, after swallowing various glasses, in its pure dialect of Trieste, but had all the feeling of being part of a person who, if I had not been diverted from my worries, I could feel listening with delight.
First of all he told me that was exactly how she liked to work. Everyone in this world would be for the right to spend every day a couple of hours in a chair so comfortable, in the face with a bottle of good liquor, what does not hurt.
I tried to talk too. I asked her if her husband when he was alive, for her work was organized just like that.
She laughed. Alive her husband had hit her over and kissed that, in comparison to that which she had to work for him, now it might seem like a rest before I even arrived at the house with my care.
Then Joan became thoughtful, and asked me if I believed that the dead could see what they were doing the living. I nodded briefly. But she wanted to know if the dead when came across, well known all that had happened here was when they were still alive. For a moment the question
earned just to distract me. It was then moved in a voice more sweet because, not to be heard from the dead, Joan had lowered.
- You So - I said - you have betrayed your husband.
She begged me not to cry And then confessed that she betrayed him, but only during the first months of their marriage. Then she had become accustomed to blows and had loved her man.
To keep the conversation I asked
- is therefore the first of your daughters who owes his life over it? Always
quietly admitted it to believe in following certain similarities. The much regretted having betrayed her husband. He said, still laughing, but because these are things that you laugh even when hurt. But only since died, as before, since he did not know, the thing could not have been important.
Spintovi a certain fraternal sympathy, tried to soothe her pain and told her that I believed that the dead know everything, but that certain things s'infischiassero.
- Only the living are suffering! - I cried, beating his fist on the table.
I had a bruise to the hand and there is no better than a physical pain to awaken new ideas. Meanwhile, I glimpsed the possibility that I grieved at the thought that my wife would take advantage of my imprisonment for treason, However, perhaps the doctor was found in the house of health, in which case I might have my peace of mind. I begged to go see Joan, telling her that I needed to say something to the doctor and promising a reward the whole bottle. She protested that she did not like to drink much, but suddenly I felt pleased and teetering on the climb wooden stairs to the second floor to get out of our enclosure.
Then back down, but slipped making a great noise and shouting.
- May the devil take you! - I murmured fervently. If it had broken his neck my position would have been much simplified.
Instead he came to me smiling because she was in that state in which the pain does not hurt too much. He told me he had spoken with the nurse who went to bed, but remained available to him in bed, in case I become ill. He raised his hand and index finger with the words accompanied by an act of threat softened by a smile. Then, more sharply, he added that the doctor had not returned since he left with my wife. Just since then! Indeed for a few hours the nurse had hoped that he had returned because a patient would need to be seen by him. I no longer hoped.
I looked at investigating whether the smile that twitched his face was stereotyped or if it was completely new and originated from the fact that the doctor was with my wife instead with me, that I was his patient. I took anger from me dizzy. I must confess that, as always, in my mind fighting two people, one of which, the more reasonable, he said: "Idiot! Why do you think your wife cheating? It did not need to lock yourself in order to have the opportunity. "The other and it was certainly that he wanted to smoke, but it gave me an idiot, but for crying out:" I do not remember the comfort that comes from the absence of her husband? with the doctor who is now paid by you. "
Joan, always drinking, he said: - I forgot to close the door on the second floor. But I will not make those two more floors. Already there are always people up there and she would a good impression if it were trying to escape.
- Yeah! - I did that with a minimum of hypocrisy now that it was necessary to deceive the poor. Then I swallowed some brandy and I said that now that I had so much to me that liquor, cigarettes did not care anymore. It just believe me and then told her that I was not really me, I wanted to wean from smoking. My wife wanted it. You had to know that when I came to smoke ten cigarettes becomes terribly. Any woman then I had been a shooting was in danger.
Joan laughed loudly abandoning his chair
- And is your wife prevent you from smoking ten cigarettes you need?
- He was right! At least to me it was stopping. It was not silly
Giovanna quand'aveva much cognac in the body. He was seized with a fit of laughter that almost made her fall off the chair, but when the wind would permit, with broken words, he painted a magnificent picture suggeritole from my illness: - Ten cigarettes ... half an hour ... you set your alarm ... And then ...
corrected:
- For ten cigarettes I needs about one hour. Then wait for the full effect should be another hour, ten minutes more, ten years younger ...
Suddenly Joan became serious and took off without much difficulty from his chair.
said he would go to bed because he felt a bit 'wrong to head. The invited to take the bottle with him, because I had had enough of that liquor. Hypocritically said that the next day that I wanted you get some good wine.
But it did not think the wine. Before going out with the bottle under his arm looked at me with a glare that made me afraid.
He left the door open and after a moment he fell in the middle of the room immediately picked up a package: the number of cigarettes contained eleven. To be sure, poor Joan had wanted to abound. Ordinary cigarettes, Hungary. But before it was turned very good. I felt greatly relieved. At first I thought that I liked to have done it in the house which was very good to imprison children, but not me. Then I discovered that I had done to my wife and I seemed to have it repaid in equal money. Because, otherwise, my jealousy would be turned into a curiosity so bearable? I stayed quiet in that place than smoking cigarettes nauseating.
After about half an hour I remembered that you had run away from home where Joan was waiting for his reward. I took off my shoes and went out into the corridor. The room door was ajar, and Joan, to judge from his breathing heavy and regular, seemed to me that she was asleep. I went up with all caution to the second floor where behind that door - the pride of Dr. Muli - slipped on his shoes. I went out on a landing and began to descend the stairs slowly to avoid arousing suspicion.
I had come to the first-floor landing, when a young lady dressed as a nurse with some elegance, followed me to ask me politely
- Are you looking for someone?
was pretty and I would not mind ending up next to her ten cigarettes. I smiled a little 'aggressive
- Dr. Muli is not at home?
It opened his eyes
- At this time is never here.
- He can not tell me where I could find it now? I have at home a patient who would need it.
kindly gave me the address of the doctor and I repeated several times to make her think I wanted to remember him. I would not so hasty to go, but it annoyed me turned his back. I was even kicked out of my prison. From low
a woman was ready to open the door. I had no money with me and murmured:
- The tip I will give it to him again.
You never know the future. For me, things are repeated: it was not impossible that I was passed back to there.
The night was clear and warm. I raised my hat to better hear the breeze of freedom. I looked at the stars with wonder as if I had just conquered. The next day, away from the nursing home, I stopped smoking. Meanwhile, in a coffee shop still open I got good cigarettes because it was not possible to close my career with one of those cigarette smoker of poor Joan. The waiter who gave them to me know me and left me to trust you.
come to my house I rang the bell furiously. At first the maid came to the window and then, after a time not so short, my wife. I think the expected with perfect coolness: - There seems to be Dr. Muli. - But, having recognized me, my wife did echo in the deserted street, her laughter so sincere that it would be enough to erase any doubt. At Home
m'attardai to do some act of inquisitor. I promised my wife that the next day to tell my adventures that she thought he knew, asked me
- Why do not you lie down? To apologize
said
- I think you took advantage of my absence to change their place in the cupboard.
It is true that I believe that things at home, are always moving and it is also true that my wife very often moving, but at that moment I looked at each corner to see if there was hidden the small, elegant body of Dr. Muli.
From my wife I had good news. Returning from the nursing home had been unbeaten in the oil that his son had told her that the old was much better after having taken a medicine required from them by his new doctor.
asleep I thought I had done well to leave the nursing home because I had plenty of time to treat myself slowly. Even my son who was sleeping in next room certainly still not making haste to judge or to imitate. Absolutely there was no hurry.
However, I must point out that the text, I took on the aforementioned site Matdid the following page: here.
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