Attendiamo il bus alla fermata per andare al party di Erik.
- Ma veramente Erik ha 25 anni? Dai, sembra più vecchio....
Una ragazza vestita di scuro si accorge della conversazione in inglese e getta un'occhiata. Continuiamo imperterriti.
-.. ma no, non è depressivo e solo che non si capisce mai se è serio o se scherza.
Arrivati da Erik non facciamo a tempo a fargli gli auguri e dargli il regalo che suona il campanello. Entra la ragazza della fermata. E' una sua collega d'ufficio.
la serata comunque fila via liscia. Applications are classic party of Brussels. Where are you from? How long are you in Brussels? What do you do? How do you know the host?
could standardize on a form pre-filled entry.
The people are nice. There are two who speak Italian. The first is of Trento. I ask, by induction, if the second is also from Trento. Laugh in my face.
-But no! I am River! Neither of us is Italian. We
-Austro-Hungarian! laugh out loud. Austro-Hungarian
...... Croatian
II says he has never been south of Rome in his life. He speaks in a tone very happy and playful. He then asked his friend since he knows me. From replied the other half hour.
"Then I will stop here, concludes.
I can think of the millions of dead from the First World War.
Maybe, leave them where they were, you could not? I think to myself. Always very cheerful and playful in tone, will be missed.
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