"No, this is not. Just wrong, "and shook his head, to reiterate a relentless trial. He walked over and peered all'omone by walking around to capture every detail, every detail. The big man, clumsy and awkward, caught in a heavy dark wool jacket allowing a glimpse of an old flannel shirt and rural Scotland, he was standing, legs burdened by excessive weight, the center of a hall furnished with cold and current sobriety. Large windows that gave, from above, a modern city, long sofas and dark, so much steel, lacquered wood, abstract paintings, books scarce. After all, what are the books in the age of technology? Little: the screens, those are necessary, and there were, variety. Long and flat, set on the walls or suspended, as if floating on the shelves. L 'implacable landlord was impeccable in his elegant gray suit Dark signed. Signed by who? By someone, someone who costs. But he was, the big man, the protagonist, with his old flannel shirt and his boots, a veteran of distant times terragni muddy and dusty.
"No - the perfect shots - just not right. You should change your wardrobe: these are not dressed as manager. And then - tapped with the back of the hand dell'omone fat, fat and pregnant panelle friselle and mozzarella - you will need to lose a few pounds. Many pounds. Please sit down " e gli indicò una poltrona di pelle nera dall’erto schienale al cospetto della vasta scrivania.
L’omone si sprofondò e l’elegante, preso possesso della sua poltrona ancora più erta, aprì un quadernino mentre sfilava dal taschino la sua Mont Blanc.
«Vediamo – cominciò – In quale settore opera?».
«Ma io veramente non sugnu dutturi» si difese l’omone.
«Settore di attività – spiegò pazientemente - Lei di cosa si occupa? Che lavoro svolge?».
Impacciato e vago, l’omone cominciò con la destra a tracciare immaginari cerchi sulla scrivania nero laccata. «Io veramente m’arrangio. Cose, insomma… One thing here, one there. "
"For example?".
'Shops, markets .... "
"Ah, then she is in retail?".
"Where Sugnu I?".
"In retail trade, as they say in Italian. Do you speak English? ".
"I have relatives in New York. I have sent us a few years ago, for a service.. "
"But not the master - he wrote a note on quadernino - We provide a full intensive ... And tell me, is in the food or non food? In the clothing? ".
"Eh?".
"His business, operating in the food or not? Apparel, maybe?.
"Well ... what is there. '.
"Various retail, so. It has many businesses? ".
"But I really, dealers hold ...."
"You are therefore not directly involved with sales?".
"No, no. More on the sellers.. "
"And the sellers, what do you propose? Services? Advice, tips? ".
"Well, yes, something like that.."
"So you are a Consultant, a Consultant Retail Various.."
"Oh yeah."
"I would say yes, I'd say this is your business.."
"Talia ... And I wonder What I believe .... "
"And, look, for a better focus, what kind of services do you propose?".
"There ... We mind you, we give protection .... "
'Insurance, then. Insurance. Against fire, theft, damage? ".
"Well, yes, we assure you. We ensure that there will be no fire.. "
"I understand. Acting on behalf of various companies or .... "
"But you say, Doctor! Only on behalf of my family. "
"So you're not a broker, is configured more like an agent?".
"If you say so, Doctor."
"You work on a national scale?".
"What?".
"She offers her services in various regions of Italy or ...."
"But what you say, Doctor! In my neighborhood, just in my neighborhood. How veriddio never left my neighborhood, never! But who tells you these things, Doctor? ".
"Local oriented - in fact - So Various Retail Insurance Agent & Consultant - he wrote two more lines on quadernino - I think we have to add a course in Strategic Marketing - mused aloud, and perhaps ... Basic Economics - restart the hood of the Mont Blanc - And, look, there are other interests, as well as the commercial one, with which it deals?. Still
hands to trace circles on the desk. "Quarchi thing. Cement, homes .... "
"So you work in construction?".
'Puru destruction quarchi time. "
"So Real Estate, a wide range of services - even unscrewed the Mont Blanc and wrote again on a appuntino quadernino - I think for today, for this first meeting, to be sufficient.."
opened and closed the quadernino a broader agenda, a sort of recipe book. As he wrote, with messy handwriting and hasty, as if speaking to himself, "Well, let's see. I am writing the address of a gym and as a personal trainer for my confidence, ask him and he will take care of everything, even a farle contattare un dietologo – alzò gli occhi un momento per fissare l’omone – E’ importante, mi raccomando. – ritornando al ricettario – Questo è l’indirizzo di un negozio di abbigliamento, ci penseranno loro. Qui, invece, l’indirizzo di una scuola di formazione, finanziata dalla Regione, ho segnato inglese e altri corsi professionali… Basic Economics, Marketing, per cominciare.».
Riavvitò definitivamente la Mont Blanc, strappò il foglio di carta e lo consegnò all’omone «La voglio rivedere tra tre mesi. E voglio vedere già dei cambiamenti. Cominciando dalla linea. Prego… No, non dalla porta da cui è entrato, da questa. Dà direttamente sul pianerottolo. Allora, mi raccomando: tra tre mesi voglio vedere un’altra persona… Buonasera».
Richiuse la porta dietro l’omone e riguadagnò austero la sua scrivania. Scrisse ancora qualche appunto, scosse ancora la testa, meditò qualche attimo con la stanghetta degli occhiali in bocca e premette un tasto del telefono che aveva a fianco. «Signorina, prego, faccia passare l’altro signore».
Si alzò per accoglierlo e, appena lo vide si rese conto che avrebbe dovuto lavorare più del solito, perché l’omone appena uscito, al confronto di questo, pareva un fine e colto Lord Mountbatten. Straripava nella sua camicia. Tra un bottone e l’altro si formavano ampie and dilated ellipses that revealed a ribbed tank top whose color would certainly have involved a pathologist. Approached the man, planted in the doorway like a placid ox, but with an expression less smart, shaking his head.
"No, this is not. Diet - and test the belly - Clothing - and passed his hand on his jacket - all to change. And then - putting his hand in a pocket of pantalonacci velvet flared, baggy - can not go around with a knife. Still dirty, too, kid's blood.. "
"Dutturi, chiddu nun was crapettu nu, nu was cristianu.."
published on nunero 68 di u cuntu http://www.ucuntu.org/
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