Quel mattino d'ottobre l'umidità notturna ancora non si era levata dai campi arati, una vaga nebbia avvolgeva la casina posizionata dietro il castelluccio padronale, senza comunque nasconderla del tutto. Con l'affermarsi graduale del giorno l'aria wet rose lazily, taking with it the vague swarm of dream images came to light during sleep.
Gaspar and Zuzzurro bored that day drummed his fingers on the chair for more than a bare room in the hospital waiting for a city that does not mention to prevent them from advertising ...
... where you can enjoy a delicious dish of ravioli with pumpkin and admire the fantastic view of the Castle of San Giorgio, you can book by calling the 0376 ...
We said then.
In the waiting room consists of the people spoke in whispers, like not wanting to dirty the white silence hospital.
-Oh dear, I think I have lost the prescription!
-O 'Mazz' (the popular exclamation ) Ste '(diminutive dialectal Stella ) cha sadness', I c'avrei mess 'nu vas' fiouri of colored brownish 'dint' 'has room', anz 'Avre' painting 'all' dd 'red'
Abduhl-Kali matha hari ganesh Deev belly ache!
- ( proudly pronounced) is the eight and a half I've been waiting here, I, you know?
- ( tearing violently silence impatiently ) Madam Zuzzurro please!
Miss, please do not Madam, Miss Zuzzurro scattantissima to put on his deft command of the nurse in the clinic, and disappeared from view of those who waited their turn with the patience of the typical patients.
-Last mestruaz ...?
- ( suddenly ) May 18, 2008, Doctor!
-S 'Sit down, then (along with a puzzled look the defiant old man falsely Miss Zuzzurro ).
. .. silence in the room, we hear only the operations of an experienced hand at the computer ...
-... skull ...
... ... mm
biparietal ... ... yes ... yes ...
here goes ...
uff uff ... as it is badly, and the shot!
- ( Miss Zuzzurro to himself) That you will be in a bad doctor!
Ah yes here it comes ...
hm ...
prolonged silence while the doctor continues to scan the computer, and the patient lying stretches on the couch looking at the screen trying to recognize at least one hand, a backbone, a skull, or something human, after all.
-Do you know the sex of the baby?
-No.
-Lo wants to know?
Yes
-It 's a boy.
These were the exact words that sent her into raptures thinly-veiled lady, Miss Zuzzurro even in that small closet grayed-out of the hospital complex of a city that does not appoint. A boy! That's for sure he will be devoted less to his mother and then I'll call it now as a wanted Gaspare oh girl I know how happy I am a male XY chromosome always fascinated me more than the best male yes yes but just do not like all men will surely be very sensitive ... All quest'accozzaglia of thoughts came outside with a trivially
-Oh! -
because actually Miss Z. did not think of any intelligent comment on the news that at first seemed the most important news of the planet earth. So important, as if the planet at that moment he had to interrupt their bikes sempriterno, people had to stop work, to suffer, eat, copulate, to think, as if every last one living being, dall'artide Antarctica, with the same intensity he felt the excitement of Miss Zuzzurro and she shared with applause, or a hand, or with an exclamation made millions of different languages.
Shortly thereafter, while the son was still aired on screens around the world to be more carefully monitored, was brought in nell'ambulatorio Mr. Gaspar, dressed for the occasion with a black sweater with khaki pants sneakers provided by Emporio Armani boxer father (a bargain at the Thursday market) and socks Macedonia.
He was given the news that the fruit of his seed was male.
- ( shyly) Well! Pensav DID 'na girls' ...
( Gaspare slowly become more familiar with the closet tank and breaks with his more spontaneous comments)
-O 'maaaaazz' but see 'everything' co 'o'compute! 'A spine,' Ste, and the little heart, o'mazz 'u' Piccinin 'our'!
How-to Superquarche, Ste ', with the probe into' a 'cha you see the ground' all '!
finally went out from the hospital, he was able to draw deeply from his cigarette curled her precise impeccabile perfetta, riaccese il cellulare, ripose i documenti nella cartellina che avrebbe comunque perso da qualche parte una volta tornata a casa, si sistemò l'orlo del pantalone troppo lungo, intrecciò la mano in quella del suo compagno, lo tirò a sé per stampargli un bacio che lo riportasse sulla Terra (il suo interesse era già caduto ormai su degli straordinariamente enormi funghi commestibili cresciuti nonsocome nelle aiuole del parcheggio), e sorrise soddisfatta, baciata dal sole di una mattina d'ottobre.
