Prologue
Bologna, June 5, 2005, at 20.17 (approx). A wake-up call
Lucu in the midst of an unusual early evening nap. E 'Beppino.
L: B Hello, how are you?
B: Everything's fine and you?
L: I was asleep, still ok.
B: Do you remember the other day when I told you that I had found a job for 6 days and I would pay well enough that you said you wanted to do it?
L: Yes
B: My "colleague" is not well, today is the last day, would you replace it?
L: What time should I come?
B: At 2 in Piazza Verdi.
L: How late does it last?
B: Up to 8.
L: Ok, so tomorrow I should not do anything, I can sleep.
B: See you all 2, Hello.
L: Hello.
T: tututututututututututututututtututututututu ....
work
From 27 May to 5 June in Piazza Verdi in Bologna left the University of Bologna University has organized the fourth party (the logo graphic to understand that it is the feast of the university). In the square there are two booths: one is a bar, the other a stage for concerts and events organized by the party. Beppino my work and is only staying up all night doing nothing to make sure no one steals or destroys property boxes, chairs, crimson, mixers, and everything else.
Night
Arrival at two o'clock and I find Beppino ready with his sediolina. It's raining, very slowly, but it rains. I get another chair for me. Beppino tells me that we need to work only up to 7, since at that time should get the "disassemblers stand of the left parties" to dismantle the stand of the party. We put in place by wives of the village and begin to observe what is happening around. Up to four members of the left organizers some young people are to celebrate the end of closing night. Up to that point, the events are more fun:
a) One of them heavily drunk that embraces all and after a few seconds threatens all (of course one at a time);
b) a friend of the guy up here that do not drink more snatches a glass of shoes on hand, dropping the beer contained therein;
c) drunk guy's friend (the one that ripped beer) who saves a girl from the advances of two men left outside the university (and probably neanache Italian) offering them a beer
d) two passers-by asking if it was a drink which is said no.
Around 4 all go away. The only human remains is an old homeless man who had been on stage a few nights sleeping in the stand.
"And now what?" Beppino and I think in unison. Boredom begins to occur.
The turning
When boredom is about to become mortal and become thinner still hopes to get up at 7 am of sound mind, here is something that leads to Piazza unexpected and wonderful, something that would attract our attention as never before had happened to the citizens of any city industriallizata: A lot 'of pigeons.
Every day we all find ourselves surrounded by these very nice birds best known for their ability to mess everything from car windshields to just buy white blouses. None (or almost) stops a moment to observe and better understand the social life of these animals. Only the people in despair could focus on these birds and in particular on magic rituals that precede mating. For two hours the main purpose of our lives was fascinated to observe the deep intelligence and gentle gestures that make the male birds to attract the attention of piccionesse. It starts with a
piccionessa that rests on the ground to nibble a few crumbs remained high in the gaps between the tiles. At this point the bird landed next to piccionessa. It swells out of proportion stands at attention and begins to rotate on itself like a madman. The piccionessa still indifferent to nibble the crumbs (even the pigeon while he does spins and this sometimes makes him lose his balance). The pigeon begins to scream significant phrases that sound more or less like this: GLUGLUGLUGLUGLU! The piccionessa then walks away slowly (always show the ability indifference) and the pigeon follows.
[At this point we need a little digression on the 3 methods of tracking:
1) tracking so: I follow you always turning on myself, pretending that it is only one case.
2) Chase decided: I will follow you and sometimes getting up a few inches into the air and try to make you understand that you are the piccionessa of my life.
3) tracking mammoriano: I then cut repeatedly and very kindly glugluglu the road and screaming out loud and non-stop.]
After a while ', whatever approach is attempted, the piccionessa run, breaking the pigeon and both balls are crumbs to eat elsewhere.
What is most striking is that all the pigeons play perfectly and repeatedly these pre-mating rituals, but failing to mate. At this point, understanding how they reproduce is a mystery.
Specialities really fun and interesting and overly arousing the laughter of the reader:
1) one of the many pigeons, probably wrong (but nothing excludes that homosexuality does not exist between these interesting birds) began his ritual next to it a piccionessa, but to another pigeon and therefore received a strong pecking at him.
2) Another of the many pigeons at maximum speed of Wheeling has soundly beaten my head against the seat, losing at the moment (Luckily only for a few seconds) awakens the senses and the poor and homeless unaware that I was sleeping on the stage.
Conclusion
disassemblers The stand of the left parties have arrived half an hour late, but I Beppino and we have not suffered either boredom or loneliness with our loved ones and our dear piccionesse the pigeons which, in the personal top ten conceived years ago by Beppino updated monthly and have reached the first rank among the dumbest animals in the world undermining the (hitherto unbeaten) chickens (maybe sooner or later there comes a post with the funny adventures of Beppino to grips with the chickens).
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