- Well?
She looks at me slyly, looking the last keeper of a shameful secret. Of those that if you insist a bit 'spilled everything.
I do back and forth between her face and pictures in black and white that stretched on the table in the bar. The
recognize almost immediately.
- Mmm ... I have pictures taken with the corpse of Che Guevara.
him, smiling like a weasel.
- This everyone knows. But there is a particular crash.
I think about it over a few seconds.
- The eyes?
- Exactly!
Pam. Fist on the table. The coffee is shaken by a tidal wave. My cappuccino placid holding the stroke.
- The picture of a corpse with open eyes ... Keep it in mind. And now look at this.
Another picture of Che on those slides: a reproduction of the Mona Lisa.
- Now do not tell me that ...
- Sure, the news is unsettling, and is kept secret, but there it is! Other than Lisa Gherardini del Giocondo, wife of Francesco Bartolomeo ... That Paraculo Leonardo portrayed a corpse! On the other hand it is known that he went to death around the hospitals ...
is why it is so fascinating is the end ... we will do all that.
La Gioconda ...
E '.
La.
Death.
E '...
- It' s the biggest crap I've ever heard!
burst out laughing. He picks up his photos and we salute you.
He goes in the opposite direction to mine. I
few steps and I stop. I come back. Within the bar again and go straight to the public telephone. Dial the number of a mobile phone. One ring. Then, on the other hand, only a quiet breath. I, too, remain silent for a few seconds. Then hang up.
I would have preferred not to. But rightly so.
little further on, a man dressed in black sitting at another bar just leaned back on the table when the phone sees the move with a smile from my friend Weasel. The notes
walk for another ten yards and take a side street.
The man in black stands up, puts the phone in your pocket, leave a good tip next to the coffee cup still full, put on his glasses.
Blacks.
E starts to follow.
She looks at me slyly, looking the last keeper of a shameful secret. Of those that if you insist a bit 'spilled everything.
I do back and forth between her face and pictures in black and white that stretched on the table in the bar. The
recognize almost immediately.
- Mmm ... I have pictures taken with the corpse of Che Guevara.
him, smiling like a weasel.
- This everyone knows. But there is a particular crash.
I think about it over a few seconds.
- The eyes?
- Exactly!
Pam. Fist on the table. The coffee is shaken by a tidal wave. My cappuccino placid holding the stroke.
- The picture of a corpse with open eyes ... Keep it in mind. And now look at this.
Another picture of Che on those slides: a reproduction of the Mona Lisa.
- Now do not tell me that ...
- Sure, the news is unsettling, and is kept secret, but there it is! Other than Lisa Gherardini del Giocondo, wife of Francesco Bartolomeo ... That Paraculo Leonardo portrayed a corpse! On the other hand it is known that he went to death around the hospitals ...
is why it is so fascinating is the end ... we will do all that.
La Gioconda ...
E '.
La.
Death.
E '...
- It' s the biggest crap I've ever heard!
burst out laughing. He picks up his photos and we salute you.
He goes in the opposite direction to mine. I
few steps and I stop. I come back. Within the bar again and go straight to the public telephone. Dial the number of a mobile phone. One ring. Then, on the other hand, only a quiet breath. I, too, remain silent for a few seconds. Then hang up.
I would have preferred not to. But rightly so.
little further on, a man dressed in black sitting at another bar just leaned back on the table when the phone sees the move with a smile from my friend Weasel. The notes
walk for another ten yards and take a side street.
The man in black stands up, puts the phone in your pocket, leave a good tip next to the coffee cup still full, put on his glasses.
Blacks.
E starts to follow.
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