20.10 Hrs. I'm tired, I go to bed, I've got sleep (do you spell that? Well who cares, if not written well, so you can write to stas4era not have time to check this mail, and I want to sleep Oanda) . I was saying ... I've got sleep, I slept 11 hours in 3 days and woke up at 05 am tomorrow but I want to share for a moment, the experience of living today by the animation group upstream bit. I write without thinking about how I write, I do not remember actually live crabs, but still a strong emotion.
Also present Luciano, Naomi, Robert and Clara but because of the work has lost a memorable page of the animation upstream bit: the climbing and a visit to the mouth of the whale. The mouth of the whale is a World War II bunkers built in the clay hill that dominates the neighborhood, and by extension the city of Catania. A memorable page because it stands as antithesis to say (we can say that?) To classic animation activities carried out until now. It is because you know that the opportunity for U.S. Manitese volunteers were the recipients of the animation, while there was only a facilitator of Lorenzo, so you understand well, Lorenzo Giustino, Lorenzo u nico, Lorenzo point, my favorite painter Lorenzo, Lorenzo 12 years not for long, Lorenzo boss favara Largo.
After the meeting with the director Marc Tringali and the chairman of the John, Lorenzo reminded us that he took with him a commitment: we had to go to visit the mouth of the whale. But there 'to fulfill its commitment to Luciano and Noemi in place and the presence of Clare and me at the conference and .... Lorenzo and then there's the promise that you accused. And 'There he is sitting on the railing waiting for your OK. If you say no, if the marks for the next 50 years and he's right ... How can you say no? "Let's go!" Lawrence now passes to lead the animation jumps off the street and we are all running on the machine of Noemi. Lorenzo goes to really lead, and from that moment we all trust him, so much so that without it we wanted to, he finds himself in the front seat while we entertainers or rather ex-aniamtori we are going to choose all seats in the back seat. We climb up to the hotel round the school (ex Victorinus). Here we leave the car here and also abandon our red lines by Borghese: I do not need to enter a work in progress! We must pay attention to the nails that stick out on solid concrete! We go down before we see the first and sth tells us we are idiots and then n'attaccono! Who cares about all this time 2''and we have already passed the first block of cement. Lorenzo is clearly leading the pack, for him it is a walk that takes almost every day. For the rest of the group is not so simple, but you look at the effort, you look up, the tail of the whale (the entrance of the tunnel), you look in the direction of Lorenzo. A climb that in every case, and taking into account the ginocchiuoi Noemi is also covered in record time by us, at least beyond my expectations. We arrive at the entrance. Lorenzo has already slipped into the tunnel, go back, I asked the phone with the torch. The turn and plunged back into darkness. Here begins the ordeal but also the fun part excursion: posted by Lorenzo, trudge into the tunnel. We do not see anything, we do not know what is at our feet, as well as an endless carpet of large stones, and what will we find ourselves over our heads, someone or someone yells "there's a bat." The situation becomes immediately tragicomic. I ask Lorenzo to return x us light. Lorenzo understands our problems and now proceeds to a step manitesino, but also because it strikes me your opinions on our fears, as we understand that that experience is unprecedented penetration continues. Never seems to end, while the girls nibble from time to time thoughts throw some strange scream drowned between laughter. It goes on, and after a CARRY to left, the tunnel is greatly reduced in height. At our feet we recognize an old bonnet ababndonato. After a subsequent turn dex you arrive at the mouth of the whale. A semi-circular room with a crack along the circumference of the room half a foot high peoci +. It seems to be the scene of a film from this slot, the soldiers kept watch over the entire area below to see the city of Catania. It's not over. Lorenzo accessed via a ladder outside the "traditional" drawn on the concrete wall, Luciano follows. The others go out instead of zazzamite as the "mouth". As soon as we get up, it appears to us daventi the city of Catania. Lorenzo expects us all out, and immediately resumed his march. Drops about ten feet on the eastern side and is waiting for us at the entrance of a second structure. Upon arrival, we go inside, or rather should be, a bunker like the first, a sort of mini-whale, whose roof collapsed, or perhaps was never built. The route is shorter and the sunlight and leads to a new "mouth" that this time looking to the north into practice on the pitch of the upstream bit of Catania. It 's time to return. Lorenzo wants to circumvent the entire Promontory avoid peer up and down, through the wire of the overhang (or almost), but as I recall it, he understands that for us would-be Indiana Jones, the lesson today is more than enough. Lawrence lights a cigarette and goes up the ridge to the summit where there is an old and dilapidated farmhouse where, according to a source autorecvole (Lorenzo's word) lived a prostitute. Now is the time of descent. Chiara "Now how are we going to come down," Lorenzo "We take a ride" Lorenzo seems to fly on the ground soft clay "on CRITA" as they call it. While we tend to not more ruzzuliare and down. We all arrive safe and sound, while teachers and parents are watching from below Victorinus. And 'the culmination of a mark in the annals of experience: The controanimazione. An activity designed and created by Lorenzo. And now to do some other lascaitemi osservazioen: It would not be the same if he had not driven Lorenzo, was not the same thing if you are with Lawrence there were some other guy. The beauty of this experience is the original date from the excursion in itself, but also by the presence of Lorenzo, Lorenzo was there to guide us today, but not the Largo Lorenzo di Favara, but hidden behind the mask of Lorenzo boss. I keep climbing along with the expression of Lorenzo during the entire journey. I can not express in words, but there I have printed in the mind. In his face you could read the pride for its role, and even in eyes that smile sincere and natural that I would not ever disappear. A smile different from the usual: the evil smile dictated by arrogance and the desire to do evil, which is behind the door for a long, long time. It 'came out that is more natural in my opinion, Lorenzo, Lorenzo the same drawing and painting, the Lorenzo alienating itself for a moment from the little mountain, to bring out its most hidden, but more real, the same neighborhood as a little mountain inevitabilemte and brutally stifling. Lorenzo remember to whom I entrust your life and that comes to help in the tunnel (and if he does not repeat unas econd time), Lorenzo the whale that above waiting for our arrival, which makes tiny little Lorenzo accepting compliments to end of the excursion and Lorenzo who smiles with his eyes, even without laughing. From here you understand how the boss is nothing but a victim of his environment is not a measure, indeed not fit for children. These children are born great, because they have to find or get better place in the district. All children and young people are victims. E 'anke understood today and will happen to you in the past. Just get any one, put it aside. You will find an immense treasure, and there addannerete xke this treasure should remain hidden. It 'happened today with Lorenzo, but now the list is long: Marco, Mimmo Stecco, Doemnico, Entony, Gianluca, John, Michael, Andrew, Caramel ....
not want to ruin the day but still enjoying the experience, I tell myself not to get illusions: Lorenzo has not changed. Thursday Next returns to dash around with the bike, to hide the smoke, to search for other attractions in the dangerous neighborhood, to talk about bank robberies, with an impressive rate, and all this because the neighborhood called him to do so. Lorenzo will return to being the guy that worries me most. And we will return to give the max groped to offer these kids an alternative to a road already smoothed. Crediamoci.
22.40 hours sleep is eating me alive .. zzz .... zzz ...
Lorenz ...
