Bindo 2
Here, the second in a series of epigrams of Bindo
ANATOMOPODOLOGIA
Late 20. Railway station of San Giovanni in Persiceto
Bindo, the railroad, in a moment of tired of the trains, about noon, lying down on a bench under the arbor of American grapes for a refreshing nap. E 'late June and very hot. But just can not rest: outside, next to the driver's movement, began a deafening metallic roar. "Christ - he says-but what the fuck happens ..." Quite pissed, gets up and goes to see.
A few meters from the cabin there is a sentry box where the brakeman keep their work tools and a ladder leaning against it on the scale and a boy who fights like a madman on the roof. A tin roof, just think '...
BIND: What's all this noise? What the fuck are you doing ....
boy: I am reiterating the nails ..... I'm very intimidated by repairing ....()
BIND: Who do you work? Who is your boss? You are a company ...?
boy: I am of the firm heel. It 's my master, Heel e. .. (now blocked by the party now in fourth Bindo)
BIND: Ah .. Heel! Calcagno's cousin, the one who broke his Achilles tendon?
boy: (shyly) I do not even know who Achilles Heel and heel ... I only know ... but ...
BIND (sure whether, intimidating) Yeah, yeah, and 'as I say .. I know them ... and also heel and Achilles' Heel: They are my friends. Now you come down and come back in two hours. The train has to pass the leader and you can not do all that mess. I'll talk to us to heel, if you see him my greetings .. Even my best wishes for Calcagno ... My name is Astragalus, understand? Astrologer not: tell him to heel and heel.
boy: and Achilles? (The guy is in full confusion dendritic)
BIND: Achilles is dead, they threw a dart in the ... Heel ... even in the heel.
The boy thanked her, took his tools and walks away. Bindo back on deck, but now there n'ha for little: between 10 minutes to reach the accelerated Bologna.
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