Milan Central Station. 9705 Trenitalia train from Venice Saint Lucia arriving at platform 4. ..."_ Track 4, Central Station, Milano_ "Milan Central Station. 9705 Trenitalia train from Venice Saint Lucia coming to the track 4 "The dry voice
prominent speaker and I woke up all at once.
"Milan? Central Station? But where we ended up fucking?! Shit ... we fell asleep! Camilla. " I was very agitated, could not understand anything. We had to be in Verona, and we were in Milan! Fortunately, the controller has not gone after Verona, is that there were bitter cabbage! The words still
knead sleeping girl awoke me from my quick analysis of the situation.
"Riky What's happening? Where are we? What time is it? ".
"We fell asleep, we are in Milan and about ten o'clock. Well, up to his neck in shit. "
She was silent, perhaps to wake up the brain, perhaps it was to understand the situation changed. We were in Milan instead of Verona, was ten and most knew what the hell to do.
After the doors were opened, we got off air confused as refugees just landed from a long and exhausting journey. I personally do not know what to do. After having thrown glances here and there, I found the exit and I crawled behind the girl who appeared to be in an advanced state of catalepsy.
"Riky Well, we are in the city of fashion, alone, without limitation, you and me. I would say give him to the mad joy! And baskets the rest. " Seemed to have woken up as soon as the first rays of sun lit up her face, a little 'just like a flower in early spring.
"Come on then! Come on! Well, from what I remember the last time I was here, go downtown on foot from suicide! So I would say that it is better to take the subway and then see how it goes. " I checked to have his wallet with enough money for shopping, dining and back. Oddly enough I had with me the cash I had given my first 6 months.
"I should have about € 150 cash, plus cash."
"You got the kid! Should I go out with you more often damn it! ".
"Oh, everything on the pocket money from relatives for his birthday."
We were in Piazza Duca D'Aosta, in front of the station. In front of us could clearly read the sign of the underground.
"Come on, come on." I took her hand and crossed the road race. We went down the subway stairs slowly, as if we were sending in some unknown place. The ticket office was on our right and into the "shack" was a woman in her fifties with absolutely bored air of someone who is locked up in there from six in the morning and just waiting to go out to smoke a cigarette.
"Good morning ma'am, for day two students please." I tried to be as gentle and authoritative as possible.
"We bimbino! I have forty years, not seventy! And then, what do you think you're the most beautiful of all who want a discount for students? We're not at home, now pay the price all or you go around on foot! He holds little boy, two a day, are 6 €. Education and good humor of the "forties" gave me pleasure as a kick in the backside. I counted to ten to control, but the only result was to deprive think of other insults.
"Thank you Lord, Good day!" Digrignai clenched teeth so as not to run unnecessary insults, we exchanged glances and threw two there seven euro, without even waiting for the rest. We left and after passing the gates, we stopped in front of a metro map. We discussed a few seconds on the target, and then to decide unanimously to the Duomo.
"So, let's see ... Piazza Duomo should be, yes, the yellow line. 1, 2, 3 ... fourth stop. Ok? ".
"Yes yes, postissimo. You're better than a browser. Wait, times. So ... the next race should go between ... NOW! Run, run, run! Otherwise we lose it. "
was 10:16 minutes. We ran like mad down the narrow stairs of the corridors to get to the track. It was just a bad day. In the morning we almost missed the train, then we were asleep, and then the subway, it was not possible.
"You know the direction at least? I hope you looked. "
"So, I do not remember! One is for S. Donato and the other for Maciachini .... "
S. Donato, I'm sure. From fast, this way. "
Once in the tunnel to the bus stop, we realized with relief that it was a bit 'late and still had about a minute arrival.
"Fortunately it's late, I really do not want to wait until the next race! Have a sit down that I'm exhausted. " Was still talking to the screech of brakes announced the arrival of the subway.
"Ok forget it. Enter by Riky "I girded your loins with shyness. I was petrified, my heart danced the salsa I was out of breath. With the same delicacy of a rose I passed her arm around his waist and entered the carriage.
Since the 10 and 20, minutes less than minutes, it was completely empty, except for some old lady or some Asian fiddling with the camera and the guidance of the city.
We sat on hard seats of the subway, but after the ride to arrive on time seemed comfortable. We had about 20 minutes journey to reach their destination and then pulled out the iPod and a backpack, holding a cap to my travel company, I tried a few songs that would appeal to both.
"Listen to this!" I whispered, she put on her bonnet, and began singing Fix You, of course, Coldplay. I knew that was his favorite song, along with all other British group. The 20-minute journey passed fast, perhaps for the songs that we listened together, or perhaps to travel mentally I was doing. Between songs I had kept count of the stops, obviously to prevent the recurrence of undesirable events. We traveled fast between the tunnel and the clatter made by background, covering the melody of music, reduced almost to a whisper. Suddenly he began to curb the underground. I made a slight nod to my traveling companion who raised his head slowly, he understood. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxed, almost the calm before the storm. Everything moves slowly, the old lady in front of us who read "Donna Moderna", the Asian holed up in the bottom that handled nervously camera and a guy in a suit climbing the stop before you read a book in peace Grisham. We stopped and the doors opened. Camilla handed me the cap, took it and put everything in the black backpack. This time it was I who took the initiative and hips girded perfect. I thought about it over the whole trip and I finally found the courage.
He looked at me smiling and then we left the station in silence. Finally we got to the surface and the sun a bit 'dazzles us.
prominent speaker and I woke up all at once.
"Milan? Central Station? But where we ended up fucking?! Shit ... we fell asleep! Camilla. " I was very agitated, could not understand anything. We had to be in Verona, and we were in Milan! Fortunately, the controller has not gone after Verona, is that there were bitter cabbage! The words still
knead sleeping girl awoke me from my quick analysis of the situation.
"Riky What's happening? Where are we? What time is it? ".
"We fell asleep, we are in Milan and about ten o'clock. Well, up to his neck in shit. "
She was silent, perhaps to wake up the brain, perhaps it was to understand the situation changed. We were in Milan instead of Verona, was ten and most knew what the hell to do.
After the doors were opened, we got off air confused as refugees just landed from a long and exhausting journey. I personally do not know what to do. After having thrown glances here and there, I found the exit and I crawled behind the girl who appeared to be in an advanced state of catalepsy.
"Riky Well, we are in the city of fashion, alone, without limitation, you and me. I would say give him to the mad joy! And baskets the rest. " Seemed to have woken up as soon as the first rays of sun lit up her face, a little 'just like a flower in early spring.
"Come on then! Come on! Well, from what I remember the last time I was here, go downtown on foot from suicide! So I would say that it is better to take the subway and then see how it goes. " I checked to have his wallet with enough money for shopping, dining and back. Oddly enough I had with me the cash I had given my first 6 months.
"I should have about € 150 cash, plus cash."
"You got the kid! Should I go out with you more often damn it! ".
"Oh, everything on the pocket money from relatives for his birthday."
We were in Piazza Duca D'Aosta, in front of the station. In front of us could clearly read the sign of the underground.
"Come on, come on." I took her hand and crossed the road race. We went down the subway stairs slowly, as if we were sending in some unknown place. The ticket office was on our right and into the "shack" was a woman in her fifties with absolutely bored air of someone who is locked up in there from six in the morning and just waiting to go out to smoke a cigarette.
"Good morning ma'am, for day two students please." I tried to be as gentle and authoritative as possible.
"We bimbino! I have forty years, not seventy! And then, what do you think you're the most beautiful of all who want a discount for students? We're not at home, now pay the price all or you go around on foot! He holds little boy, two a day, are 6 €. Education and good humor of the "forties" gave me pleasure as a kick in the backside. I counted to ten to control, but the only result was to deprive think of other insults.
"Thank you Lord, Good day!" Digrignai clenched teeth so as not to run unnecessary insults, we exchanged glances and threw two there seven euro, without even waiting for the rest. We left and after passing the gates, we stopped in front of a metro map. We discussed a few seconds on the target, and then to decide unanimously to the Duomo.
"So, let's see ... Piazza Duomo should be, yes, the yellow line. 1, 2, 3 ... fourth stop. Ok? ".
"Yes yes, postissimo. You're better than a browser. Wait, times. So ... the next race should go between ... NOW! Run, run, run! Otherwise we lose it. "
was 10:16 minutes. We ran like mad down the narrow stairs of the corridors to get to the track. It was just a bad day. In the morning we almost missed the train, then we were asleep, and then the subway, it was not possible.
"You know the direction at least? I hope you looked. "
"So, I do not remember! One is for S. Donato and the other for Maciachini .... "
S. Donato, I'm sure. From fast, this way. "
Once in the tunnel to the bus stop, we realized with relief that it was a bit 'late and still had about a minute arrival.
"Fortunately it's late, I really do not want to wait until the next race! Have a sit down that I'm exhausted. " Was still talking to the screech of brakes announced the arrival of the subway.
"Ok forget it. Enter by Riky "I girded your loins with shyness. I was petrified, my heart danced the salsa I was out of breath. With the same delicacy of a rose I passed her arm around his waist and entered the carriage.
Since the 10 and 20, minutes less than minutes, it was completely empty, except for some old lady or some Asian fiddling with the camera and the guidance of the city.
We sat on hard seats of the subway, but after the ride to arrive on time seemed comfortable. We had about 20 minutes journey to reach their destination and then pulled out the iPod and a backpack, holding a cap to my travel company, I tried a few songs that would appeal to both.
"Listen to this!" I whispered, she put on her bonnet, and began singing Fix You, of course, Coldplay. I knew that was his favorite song, along with all other British group. The 20-minute journey passed fast, perhaps for the songs that we listened together, or perhaps to travel mentally I was doing. Between songs I had kept count of the stops, obviously to prevent the recurrence of undesirable events. We traveled fast between the tunnel and the clatter made by background, covering the melody of music, reduced almost to a whisper. Suddenly he began to curb the underground. I made a slight nod to my traveling companion who raised his head slowly, he understood. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxed, almost the calm before the storm. Everything moves slowly, the old lady in front of us who read "Donna Moderna", the Asian holed up in the bottom that handled nervously camera and a guy in a suit climbing the stop before you read a book in peace Grisham. We stopped and the doors opened. Camilla handed me the cap, took it and put everything in the black backpack. This time it was I who took the initiative and hips girded perfect. I thought about it over the whole trip and I finally found the courage.
He looked at me smiling and then we left the station in silence. Finally we got to the surface and the sun a bit 'dazzles us.
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