He looked be passing through or have just arrived.
It was a Tuesday every 18 h, in the district of San Salvario in Turin.
I flew on the bike, including people who are on the road together, talk together and do not feel the cold night after night, men in their bodies recovered so far from various developing countries.
I enter a store, try and find. Next to the crate, the door opens suddenly. Faces with his simple question, human and daily primordial: "Water, water ... sorry?"
big brown eyes and warm, a nice smile and a face marked by days of wind and sand.
"intruder" is the answer for eyes that look, and a voice from behind the clashes Cash: "No. There is only the small bottle. "
shadow in her eyes quickly, and asks: "How much? Small? "The shell case price and quantity. Fall back. A quick glance at the store. "It must go further to the water" more generic voice behind the counter.
Pago. The 'intruder out quickly and hurries along the street below. The chase, the catch up and say: "Madam, if you want water, go with it. There is a supermarket just around the corner. That 's where they sell large bottles. "Pointed to the spot, I dribble, I follow it and see it disappear while inside the supermarket.
The lost images of the assortment of bottles Uliveto, Rocchetta, Loreto, St. Anne, St. Francis, Valmora, Lurisia, with bubbles, bubble-free, natural bubbles, the bottle with tapered, squared off with the bottle, the drops relief, low sodium content, suitable for babies, walking, and she there, with his simple question, human and daily primordial: "Water, water ... sorry?"
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