The Footstep Of the Sloth
The Dish "Only" of Enzo Faenza
Francuccio was twenty years old: all mistakes, these, "into or' vico", one of the so many of Naples. His/her family, of five people, it had been occupying for years a "pied' - to - earth", a "studio apartment" that far you/he/she had been once not the shop of a florist. The morning, Assumed, his/her mother, to make to escape the odor of so much compressed humanity for so many times in few square meters, didn't open the windows but it lifted the rolling shutter. And so, every morning, with to screech some old rolling shutter, for Francuccio and family life took back. And that life!? Dad Gigino, physical disappointing, low, thin, cheeks dug to the De Filippo, were holder of an absolute record: in 60 years you/he/she had never worked. Sometimes, bonariamente, smiling, it tried to allege and to allege him some explanations plausibili.a' war, to' nefrite, "or' cowardly sinnaco and buciardo ".ma immediately Assumed, compassionately, the stoppava and his/her curriculum it returned to be the fourth mystery of Fatima. Opposite Assumed it was a very beautiful woman and as for a sentence, a divine punishment, had worked always. Its life was departed to do the cleanings to house of this or that lady, to wash the staircases of this or that building: to the Vomero, to Mergellina, to S.Lucia! It was really to S. Lucy that one day the lawyer Ayala, him, really the famous lawyer, gave her a rose and whispered her: "Assù you are to cchiù beautiful female and Napule and". But her disturbed and confused you/he/she escaped in the alley. And was there, "into or' vico", when Ciro, the first-born, that had taken "the place" in the Railroads, returned for the first one turned from Bologna with a flaming red alfetta! Ciro, Ciruzzo the great one! The only native living being that had succeeded in escaping from that "munnezza of vico ".Dove stole each other also him among the neighbors. Where Massimino, his/her child tredicenne of Totonno "cuoccio and' fierr" it went and it came in "vacation" from Nisida: the last time had been taken by the Police while, with other three contemporaries, happy scorazzava for the center, driving a stolen Volvo! Where Marisa, 17 just finished years, prostituted him remaining, however, miraculously, "semprevergine!" Where Nicola, or' boss, tall, beautiful, strong, with the pigtail, passing in magazine his/her militias and his/her lovers, showed his/her forearm, that the bridge of the Nimitz remembered, with the solemn tattoo: "Mother, forgive me for what have done!" Where Francuccio was, perhaps, the last hope. Him, in fact, otherwise from the other guaglionis, it also had some ideas politics, it had the "great dream" that something could change and you/he/she could be remained to live there, all, dignifiedly. And these ideas and these dreams, shared them with Mariangela, the beautiful student of Salerno that was fallen in love of him feeling to play him/it the guitar and to sing "Reginella" and "Light my fire!" It shared them with so many friends that lived "fore or' vico", in other districts, in other places in the beautiful and painful Naples.
That day I had been invited to lunch to house of Francuccio.
Assumed you/he/she had prepared "the all" in the back office turned to kitchen and you/he/she had brought the smoking dishes to table with a great emotion: was the first time that one "student" had lunch to his/her house! We started to eat some rigatonis "to the juice" timidly exchanging some word. Well soon, however, that first dish ended for everybody. Someone made the scarpetta and it ended
also that operation and Assumed, oddly it didn't get up for returning in the
back office. Then Gigino poured some wine in my glass, Assumed other it poured in his of it and, to turn, all the others in theirs. Continued so to have lunch drinking, drinking, drinking! And we gave back, we gave back, we gave back and we mocked there, we mocked there, we mocked there and, finally, staggering, we embraced there, we embraced there, we embraced there. Assumed never got up for going in kitchen and that flat of rigatoni remained "only", in all the senses!
My story ends here. I dissuade you to keep on reading: the to stir in the space and in the thick time provokes useless sofferenze.parola of Sloth!
When I returned later in the alley a few years, I found the old shop of abandoned florist with the half-open rolling shutter. Did I approach of hurry a passer-by that in turn he/she asked me "Who Francuccio? Vuie you perhaps look for Francuccio or' mariunciello, or' communist?! What went stealing in the apartments? Be in Bologna and ago the cleanings inte and' trains! But what Mariangela!? Marisa is married and has made us three figliiis, but it is. "semprevergine!"